Prudence's Prunish CS Workshop

[Prudence]

test area for reformatting CS's

Spoiler: Prudii

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Prudii Kyramud
"I will be the architect of your pain,
the deliverer of your end"
― Prudii Kyramud​

ALIAS
"Mad Dog"
AFFILIATION
Ha'rangir's Chosen
RANK
Attack Dock
Bounty Hunter

AGE
26
SPECIES
Human
GENDER
Male
HEIGHT
1.82 M
WEIGHT
63.5kg
BUILD
Tall, Muscular, Lean

HAIR COLOR
Black
EYE COLOR
Grey
FORCE SENSITIVE??
Negative
FINANCES

Started:

40,000
Closing:

40,000​

DROIDS:
None
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Attributes and Abilities
"The subject seems to exhibit an extreme
amount of willpower, as if he is able
to will himself to keep living"
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STRENGTH
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DEXTERITY
■■■■■■■■■■
STAMINA
■■■■■■■■■■

INTELLIGENCE
■■■■■■■■■■
WISDOM
■■■■■■■■■■
CHARISMA
■■■■■■■■■■

PILOTING
■■■■■■■■■■
WILLPOWER
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MEDICAL EXPERTISE
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Skills
"I've got a very certain set
of skills and they only lend
to one profession, killing people."
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LONG RANGE BLASTER
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MEDIUM RANGE BLASTER
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CLOSE RANGE BLASTER
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BLADE COMBAT, LONG
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BLADE COMBAT SHORT
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BLADE COMBAT, PROJECTED
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SLICING
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LOCK PICKING
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FORCE COMBAT
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Equiptment & Inventory
"I have enough weaponry to raise this
entire city before you can even
finish that cup of caf"
​

PRIMARY WEAPON(S)
Gutripper Carbine | XPC - 71 | Gauntlet Blaster (2) | Standard Blaster Sniper Rifle | Phrik Sword Length Vibroblade | Gauntlet Missile launcher (1) Missiles (2) | Gauntlet Flame Thrower (5 minutes of flame)

SECONDARY WEAPON(S)
Flash Bang Grenades (2) | Thermal Detonators (2) | Projectable Gauntlet Vibroblade | DL-44 | Supernova Grenades (2) | Cryoban Grenades (2)

ARMOR(S)
Prudii's Armor

TRANSPORTATION
Lethisk-Class Armed Freighter, the Gladium

MISCELLANEOUS
Medical Scanner | Dataphone | Encrypted Shock Resistant Datapad | Audio Frequency Modulator (card in helmet and earbuds in pouch) automatically set to neutralize frequencies that Super Nova grenades operate at. Quick changes to programming can be made by his datapad or HUD)

BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:
Kyramud Family Compound
Chandrila Apartment
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Biography
"Not all of us had a peachy
childhood princess, some of
us actually know what pain
feels like."​

Early Life​

Prudii was born on Mandalore to father Thoran Kyramud and mother Droma Kyramud. His father worked part time for MandalMotors while home, but worked primarily as a bounty hunter. His mother, too, worked at MandalMotors, and was a supervisor over starship design. The Kyramuds lived in sprawling estate roughly 50 klicks south of Keldabe along the coast line. The estate was fortified to a degree with discrete defenses including ramparts, energy shields, blast doors, and auto-turrets. When the conflict with the sith heated up Prudii's father was killed while hunting bounties on a world unknown to Prudii. His body was never delivered to the family. Prudii, who had been training under his parents to become a warrior as well, was devastated by the loss of his father. At age 13 he passed his Verd'goten and was christened as a true Mandalorian. Shortly later when Prudii was 14, Droma Kyramud died of a respiratory infection from an accident with starship coolant at MandalMotors. This left Prudii emotionally scarred and alone on Mandalore. Running from the pain, and wanting to escape his traumatic past he left Mandalore with armor that had been fitted for him after passing his trials.

Time on Nal Hutta
Achute Bukee, uba ye wanya kouwahh, an kouiohe. «Hello Boy, you look weak, and cold.»

The words had been spoken to him by a Hutt, not Nor'baal - a different hutt, that Prudii had been thrown in front of so many years ago. He had run away from Mandalore like a batt out of hell, and to the Outer Rim he had been flung. Like a bad piece of meat each world had spat him out, and to another world he had landed. One of those worlds he found himself on was 'Hutta, and on the plate of the Desajilics. Prudii had been dressed in rag tag armor. The least amount of plates possible to constitute as 'armor', a cheap blaster rifle, a an accurate shot had made him a cheap gun for hire, but the Hutts had seen something more than just a cheap gun.

Jee neu cuee ai wa becmi keepuna du uba. Jeejee caiot bapheu uba, jeejee caiot bapheu uba, jeejee caiot woy uba wa killee, hatkocanh uba doth chalanh du da? «I see more than a simple blaster in you. We can hone you, we can sharpen you, we can make you a killer, would you be interested in that?»

The Hutt had spoken in Huttese, and at that time Prudii hadn't understood a word of it. However there had been a poorly painted green protocol droid standing beside him that had earlier inquired about Prudii's native tongue, specifically mando'a or basic. Prudii had told him basic, and thus the droid had transferred all of the pertinent words from the Hutt into basic for him.

"I... I am.. yes..."

Those had been the words that sealed his fate for the next three plus years. It had been half a year before the Hutts had been able to use Prudii for anything profitable. Those months had been spent in training, converting the young thin boy into something more dangerous. Exercising him, training him, and outfitting him improved weapons and armor. Now here he was three years later, still in the service of the Hutts.
​

Prudii hopped on the first transport off world, which took him deep into the Outer Rim. There he bounced around, riding transport from world to world taking on small jobs. He made a bit of a name for himself as a hired gun with a lackluster moral compass. While bouncing around Prudii found himself on Nal Hutta. Shortly after arriving Prudii was hired by Majordomo Nor'baal for a series of debt collections and bounties. The Hutt was pleased with his results, and hired him on regular for a number of years for varying jobs between a bodyguard to a debt collector to a bounty hunter. While in Nor'baal's employment Prudii was trained by the Hutt's security specialists. Weapons were bought for him, and new armor pieces procured when he outgrew his previous pieces, imported from Mandalore.​

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Move to Chandrila​

After years in the service of Nor'baal the Hutt paid for and secured him a spot on a transport ship bound for Chandrila, the capital of the Republic, where Prudii would grow in skill and begin taking on higher jobs. While on Chandrila Prudii purchased his first ship, using credits from his service to the Hutt, and from jobs on Chandrila. A Lethisk-Class Armed Freighter, christened The Nova. He had the ship outfitted to his very specific demands to fit his needs as a mercenary and bounty hunter. Upon staying on Chandrila for a short period Prudii became self sufficient.​

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Personality
"He isn't what you call... stable.
Just don't ask when he mentions Becky,
some things are best left unsaid. He's had
a lot of trauma, his mind is a
scary place."
​

Prudii in his personality is a very walled veiled person. He usually carries a sarcastic aggressive attitude with him wherever he goes. This sarcasm and aggression that lies on the outside of his personality though, is just a defense mechanism. He developed the personality that he displays to the rest of the world. A cold, callused individual with little care for anyone or anything. He keeps most things pent up, which causes him to have a smoldering hate and short temper most of the time. Having been dealt massive emotional blows as a child Prudii is rather tender and sensitive on the inside. He's constantly trying to find something to fill the void his parents left. Prudii suffers from clinically diagnosed mild-moderate depression. Due to his gruff exterior he has difficulty getting close to people, and when he does his short temper and self destructive tendencies often push them away. This feeds his depression, which plagues him when he isn't working. A psychiatrist he has recently been visiting on Chandrila has advised him to develop more relationships with people, a task very daunting to Prudii.

Prudii has developed a rather bad drinking habit, and could be classified as an alcoholic. The drinking problem, like many of his other personality flaws, stems directly from the loss of his parents. He has difficulty getting close to anyone in his life, due to the aforementioned issues, which just goes to feed this alcoholism. Prudii is a rather quiet person, and rarely is talkative or outgoing. he is professional on jobs, and a very serious person.

Prudii occasionally makes references to a Becky, an Endorian Chicken. Friends and associates are not sure if this 'Becky' is an actual pet, or a figment that Prudii occasionally generates to cope with situations.
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Roleplays
"I've been around the galaxy
a time or two"​

Another Lead... Another Hunt... Another Loose End
They Said I Need Friends
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[Prudence]

Spoiler: Kira

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Kira Ellan

"The world isn't just dark and light,
good and bad, Jedi and Sith"
― Kira Elan​

ALIAS: N/A | AFFILIATION: The Sith Brotherhood | RANK: Moff, Sith | AGE: 26 | SPECIES: Human | GENDER: Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual | HEIGHT: 1.72 M | HOMEWORLD: Hosnian Prime | WEIGHT: 66.67 KG | BUILD: Thin | HAIR COLOR: Brown

EYE COLOR: Hazel | FORCE SENSITIVE: Positive | FINANCES: Not Wealthy | DROIDS: Black M-Series Astromech Droid M2-E4 Alan

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Attributes and Abilities

"Tell me that you can lift ten kilos
and I'll train twice as long to
make sure that I can lift 20."
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STRENGTH
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DEXTERITY
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STAMINA
■■■■■■■■■■
INTELLIGENCE
■■■■■■■■■■
WISDOM
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CHARISMA
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PILOTING
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WILLPOWER
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MEDICAL EXPERTISE
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Equiptment & Inventory

"I've got enough weapons to be safe"
​

UAI- 19 Combat Armor w/ Jumpers

TRANSPORTATION
Hunter-Class Enforcement Ship

MISCELLANEOUS
Communicator | Datapad | Audio Frequency Modulator (earbuds set to neutralize supernova grenades)| Holocam | Medkit

BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:
Townhouse - Hosnian Prime
Jedi Quarters - Tython
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Skills

"I spent a lot of time training,
I prefer it over social functions."
​

Kira relies heavily upon her speed and agility during combat, rather than brute strength, which she is lacking in. Knowing that she would otherwise be unable to hold up prolonged combat with a defensive stance meant to take many hits, she engages in quick high energy fighting, tending to pounce at her enemies with fast well placed hits. Due to her high amount of studies at the temple her work with Ataru is like art, in that she thinks through every slash and attack and places them precisely where she wants them.

She is proficiently trained in the force. She is best trained at telekinesis and acrobatics, though she is currently studying energy manipulation and status effects, trying to become more proficient with those. Despite multiple attempts to summon it, Kira finds herself largely unable to enact Force Healing, and is still quite novice at mental manipulation, though she has been able to pull of subtle minor force persuasions before.
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Biography

"You don't know the half
of where I've been and
what I've been through."​

Childhood

Kira was born on Hosnian Prime to a poor laboring family. Her mother was a factory worker, and was cold towards her father and her. The family had very little money, but her father provided what small pleasures he could when her mother wasn't watching. Her mother preferred, instead, to spend her money on liquors and alcohols to feed her rampant alcoholism. Her mother often was physically and emotionally abusive to her when her father wasn't present, which led Kira to spend most of her time away from home. While she was away she learned to steal, cheat, and fraud to get further in life since she didn't have the credits to afford what she often needed.

One day, when she was 7 years old her mother became particularly drunk and began assaulting her father, resulting in a fight between the two of them. Kira ran away for good, and planned to live in the streets, begging for shelter from street vendors, when she ran into a robed individual. The man, she later learned a Jedi, had been in the town on business when he had felt the massive emotional maelstrom that had been her home. He had come to the rescue, thinking someone was being killed, but instead found young Kira, and immediately realized that she was strong with the Force. He took the young girl with him back to Tython, saving her from the cruel world she was raised in. ​

Training at the Temple

Kira was a shy girl when she was first brought to the temple, and often preferred training alone, or 1 on 1 with a master, rather than with her peers. She threw herself into studies of history, the force, and of lightsaber combat, rather than socializing with her peers. This dedication while she was a child paid off, giving her an extensive understanding of cultures and history. During this time of intense study she also turned her Ataru form into beautiful artwork, and got a moderate skill with Niman.​

Jedi Training

After being at the temple for 4 years, at the age of 11, Kira was taken as an apprentice to Jedi Vollasu Kahr. Jedi Kahr was a Sullusutan Jedi. Kira and Kahr trained for 6 years together, with Kahr teaching her a variety of important skills, including how to take on opponants of larger stature and greater strength. At age 17 Kira passed the trials and became a Jedi Knight, and her relationship with Kahr turned into that of partners and friends, rather than master and apprentice.

In her time studdying under Kahr, Kira strenghtened her bond with the force, and became a formidable warrior, both in lightsaber combat and Force combat. She also became a more outgoing person, socializing with other young Knights at the temple, and starting to make her own friends while living at the Temple. Kahr had taught her the need to both socialize, and study.​

Knighthood

Kira received the heartbreaking news during the early days of the Sith Engagement that Vollasu Kahr had died in an engagement with the Sith. The news shook Kira to the core, and caused her to close off from those around her. She became more stony and cold, as she had been when she initially came to the temple. In recent years Kira has been fighting to defend the Republic from the Sith. She was absent from Tython during the attack, and still blames herself a small bit for not being there to defend the countless Jedi that were slaughtered. She has considered getting a padawan, but has not made her mind up yet.​

Onderon

Kira fought against SBZ Soldier Javik in the Iziz Spaceport trying to save the spaceport and the civilians within. In the process she was injured by Javik, taken back to Ziost, and tortured by Sith Supreme Leader Corvo.​

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Personality

"I'm not egotistical,
I just know more
than you do."
​

Practically driven, Kira thinks far more pragmatically than she does empathetically. She is a generally nice person, and despises needless pain and death - though her definition of needed is subjective. She wants to bring the galaxy to order, and is not opposed to collateral damage if the ends justify the means. She is an introverted person, but enjoys socialization in moderation. She is a generally walled person, and would rather hold her pain and feelings in rather than let them out. She is rebellious by nature, and has no qualms with breaking rules or laws. She is a very passionate person, though often gets accused of being cold due to her introverted nature.

When she can bring herself to love someone, she loves fully. She is quick to defend those she loves, and strongly attached. The loss of loved ones shakes her to her core, due to the unusual nature of her actually letting someone that close to her. She is stubborn, and often by some seen as egotistical. She is well studied in many different subjects, and often when in an argument does know more than who she is talking to, and she is not shy to let them know that.

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Roleplays

"I want to see the stars, but
people typically try to kill
me when I do."
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[Prudence]

Spoiler: Valla

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Vallana Krass

"I don't want to be as glorified or worshiped as he does.
I don't want the fortune, I just want to make a good
name for myself in the galaxy."
― Valla Krass​

LEGAL NAME
Vallana "Valla" Daal Krass
AFFILIATION
Independant
RANK
N/A

AGE
25
SPECIES
Human
GENDER
Female
HEIGHT
5'8 M
HOMEWORLD
Corellia
WEIGHT
71kg
BUILD
Tall
Slim
Muscular

HAIR COLOR
Strawberry Blonde
EYE COLOR
Blue
FORCE SENSITIVE??
Positive
FINANCES

Very wealthy from inheriting her father's wealth
and the sale of his stocks after his death.​

OFFICES HELD:

None​

RANKS HELD:

None​

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Attributes and Abilities

"I'm no weak little girl that needs saving,
so you can keep your sympathy to yourself."
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STRENGTH
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DEXTERITY
■■■■■■■■■■
STAMINA
■■■■■■■■■■
INTELLIGENCE
■■■■■■■■■■
WISDOM
■■■■■■■■■■
CHARISMA
■■■■■■■■■■
PILOTING
■■■■■■■■■■
WILLPOWER
■■■■■■■■■■
MEDICAL EXPERTISE
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MARKSMANSHIP
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HAND TO HAND COMBAT
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Equiptment & Inventory

"If one blaster is good, two is better,
and 3 is safe as hell."
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PRIMARY WEAPON(S)
GN-808 'Gutripper' Blaster Carbine | Lightsaber
SECONDARY WEAPON(S)
EB-4 Combat Pistol | SA-21 Blaster Pistol

ARMOR(S)
UAI-19 Combat Armor - Scatter Weave
TRANSPORTATION
CE-1660 - The Valkyrie
Aeon - A Wing

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MISCELLANEOUS
Communicator | Datapad | Stun Cuffs | Combat Knife

BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:
Apartment in Coronet
Barracks
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Skills

"I wouldn't call myself Force adept
but i know my way around."
​

Valla isn't particularly skilled when it comes to the Force, but she has a rather high midi-chlorian count and high potential with the Force. She underwent a bit of training when she was younger, learning how to rudimentarily use the Force, and is actively seeking training to hone and perfect her skills. She is decent when it comes to telekinetics, though more than that is difficult.
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Biography

"I might have been born with a silver spoon
but I've earned everything I've got. I don't
need a fancy last name to get me anywhere."​

Early Life

Valla was born to one of Aren Krass's many trysts while he was a young man. Aren had moved on from the woman before she even was aware that she was pregnant. By the time she realized it, she was unable to reach Aren and carried the child alone. Once the Valla was born, her mother, Dabba Daal, tracked Aren down and presented him with the news. Aren originally wasn't interested at all in taking the child, or settling down with the woman, but Dabba begged him to. Conceding, Aren agreed to resume their relationship and give her a chance. They dated for a year and Aren began to truly have feelings for her. After proposing to her they were briefly engaged before they were married. Valla and Dabba took Aren's last name, but Valla still often introduced herself as Valla Daal in order to avoid the popularity of her father's growing political career. When Valla was 6 her mother was diagnosed with a late stage breast cancer. It was too late for treatment to have much effect, and she died six months later. Valla became quiet around her father, who mourned the loss in his own way by throwing himself into his work. He spent less and less time with her, leaving her to nanny droids, and maids. Valla would often wander away from the house where she met many of her friends, including Grer Dorokohna. The two were fast friends until one day, Grer was gone. She learned later, from the comm codes they exchanged, that his family had gone home. Despite her wealth Valla attended regular public education, and excelled. During her father's inauguration Grer came with Viechellen to attend, surprising an unsuspecting Valla. She saw him while she sat with her father during the ceremony. As soon as it concluded she left her father's party to find the boy and speak with him.​

Teenage and Young Adult Years

As her father was restructuring the Government, Valla was developing a hotter and hotter temper, and hosting parties at the Krass estate while Aren wasn't home. Aren pushed her so hard with her education, when he did interact with her, that she was done with her secondary school and moved on to university. She completed her undergraduate degree by 18 and her father pushed her to go on and earn a graduate degree in law. Unsure of her desire to go to graduate school, she hopped a flight off world to visit an unsuspecting Grer while with his Aunt on Chandrilla. He stayed with them, Aren's close friend Viechellen watching over the two, for a few weeks before Aren to collect her. When Aren arrived he was furious, but Viechellen quickly calmed him down. He convinced Valla to return to Corellia, so she did, saying her goodbyes to Grer. She wouldn't see Grer for another four years until she graduated law school and came to see him. At this point Grer was living on his own, and not expecting Valla once again. Together the two became a dynamic duo of sorts, having adventures together, and then going their own way for weeks at a time.​

Border Alliance

Valla spent time with and away from Greer after graduation, fighting in fight clubs, surfing bars, and even smuggling one or two jobs just for fun, never getting her name exposed. Though they had their differences, Valla had always shared her father's fear, and hatred of the Sith. Having thrown herself into history studies as a child, Valla knew what the Sith had done, and would continue to do to the galaxy. When the threat on the North began heating up she decided to enlist. She broke the news to Grer in his apartment, after she got drunk in a bar trying to decide how to tell him the news that would likely be heavy. She suggested that he join her in the BA as well. Valla's decision to enlist strained her and her father's relationship even more, due to his hatred of the BA, and as such she takes very few trips home.​

After Aren's Death

After her father, Aren Krass,'s death Valla became extremely emotional. She forsook the Border Alliance and decided to leave the Republic to explore the Outer Rim with Arritef Selanus in order to learn the ways of the force.​

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Personality

"I'm not as messed up as I could be,
considering all I've been through."
​

Valla is a very stubborn and passionate person. Unlike her father who can often be cold and calculating, she is very emotionally hot and charged. She looks up to her father, as he did his best to raise her and manage his career through her youth, but part of her resents him for not spending more time with her. Valla is a very fair and sympathetic person when it comes to dealing with people, if she's calm. If she's upset then she can be vindictive and rude. Many would counter her assertation that she is not an alcoholic, but she says that it's only alcoholic if it becomes detremental. She's a determined and hard worker, and will pull her share in any group she's in, and possibly other's work if they don't do it. She's a very vocal person, and often will let people know how she's feeling, especially if it's negative. She doesn't always think before she speaks, and can put her foot in her mouth. At the same time, if someone seriously comes to her she is usually a good set of ears to listen, and can offer sound advice ocasionally. If nothing else, she's a good shoulder to cry on. Valla is sensitive in the force and has had minimal training from teachers her father brought in during her youth. She has minimal strength in telekenisis, a bit of enhanced agility, and limited force

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Roleplays

"I'm just a simple girl making my
way in the galaxy."
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[Prudence]

Spoiler: RIP Karen

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K.A.R.E.N.

"I have surveyed the collective knowledge
of mankind, and I am disappointed."
― Karen​

NAME
Kinetic Artificial Replica for Electronic Networking - K.A.R.E.N.
ALIAS
Karen, Karen Steele, Karen Smith
AFFILIATION
Independant
RANK
N/A

AGE
Artificial
SPECIES
Android
GENDER
Genderfluid - Preferred Female
HEIGHT
1.7 M
WEIGHT
Varries
BUILD
Varies

HAIR COLOR
Varies
EYE COLOR
Varies
FORCE SENSITIVE??
Negative

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Equiptment & Inventory

"This one kills you while you're far away, this one
kills you when you're close, and this one kills you
without me even having to be there!"
​

PRIMARY WEAPON(S)
GN-808 'Gutripper' Blaster Carbine | Lightsaber - phrik body | XPC-71
SECONDARY WEAPON(S)
SA-21 Blaster Pistol | Dual Phase Pistol | Thermals (2) | Supernovas (2) | Cryobans (2)

ARMOR(S)
Varied: Blast Vest, UA-19 Armor | Android CCT Armor
TRANSPORTATION
CE-1660 - Ex Machina
Aeon - A Wing

​

MISCELLANEOUS
Communicator | Datapad | Stun Cuffs | Combat Knife

BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:
Home on Myrkr
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Project K.A.R.E.N. Logs

"The project seems to have been successful Ma'am.
She is calling herself Karen."​

Excerpts Only - Data Corrupted​

Day 32: It would appear that the Android that kidnapped me, who refers to herself as F.R.A.N.K.I.E. has no real need for me. She seems intelligent and capable enough to run this project by herself. Regardless, we have gotten the structure completed for the platform.

Day 70: That platform is done, and preliminary tests with console commands have proved that it is fully functionary. We'll be beginning on designing the A.I. this week. Frankie has strict quality control standards for how the A.I. has to be designed, but she won't write the code herself. I think she's trying to keep from accidentally infecting the new intelligence with her own consciousness.

Day 130: The Intelligence has passed most of my tests for sentience, though she, err it insists that it needs holonet access to fully assess its capabilities. The migration to the platform seemed to be flawless. Without access to the original FRANKIE files I'm unable to determine where she went wrong, I'm considering giving in and giving her, it holonet access.

Day 132: I broke down and gave it holonet access. Its referring to itself as Karen now, a play on words with its technical title. All went well with the holonet uplink, though a few minutes after I granted access the intelligence went dark. I assume that it is cataloging.

Data Corrupted - Skipping

Day 147: Giving this thing holonet access was a mistake. Upon probing the intelligence, and trying to shut down the platform when the intelligence remained dark, the platform lashed out at me and attempted to kill me with its hands. I had to lock it in a containment unit. Holonet access must have been what corrupted the original unit.

Day 180: The thing has broken out. Its referring to itself as a she now, and it is coming for me. The platform is too strong for containment, and it was able to rip its way out. I fear for my life at this point.

Data Corrupted - Skipping

Data Corrupted - Skipping

Data Corrupted - Skipping

End of Files​

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Personality

"I find that the greatest grace which has been granted
to the human race, and not that of androids, is the inability
of humans to correlate all of their memories."
​

Karen's entire personality and emotions are synthesized. Even though, she still wants to emulate humans as perfectly as possible. Jealous of genuine emotion, though never admitting this, Karen often attempts to impersonate humans. Early attempts at this were lackluster, though eventually she managed to maintain her cover. After her innocence was corrupted by several holonet searches she has become unstable, arrogant, and absolutely lethal.

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Roleplays

"My records indicate 492 possible emotional
reactions that would be appropriate to the current
climate, which would you prefer for me to load?"
​

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Name

"Quote" - Name​

ALIAS
Alias
AFFILIATION
Affiliation
RANK
Rank

AGE
Age
SPECIES
Species
GENDER
Gender
HEIGHT
Height
WEIGHT
Weight
BUILD
Build

HAIR COLOR
Color
EYE COLOR
Color
FORCE SENSITIVE??
Force Sensitivity
FINANCES

Started:

Closing:

​

DROIDS:
None
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Attributes and Abilities

"Quote"
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STAMINA
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INTELLIGENCE
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Skills

"Quote"
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Equiptment & Inventory

"Quote"
​

PRIMARY WEAPON(S)
Primary Weapons | More Primary Weapons

SECONDARY WEAPON(S)
Secondary Weapons | More Secondary Weapons

ARMOR(S)
Armor

TRANSPORTATION
Transportation

MISCELLANEOUS
Misc

BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:
Bases
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Biography

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Bio Subtitle
Bio​

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Personality

"Quote"
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Personality

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Roleplays

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Roleplays
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Erik Valoren

"“If you're using half your concentration to look normal, then you're only half paying attention to whatever else you're doing.”
" - Erik Valoren​

ALIAS
N/A
AFFILIATION
Sith Brotherhood
RANK
Sith

AGE
28
SPECIES
Human
GENDER
Male
HEIGHT
1.9 M
HOMEWORLD
Ziost
WEIGHT
80kg
BUILD
Tall
Muscular

HAIR COLOR
Brown
EYE COLOR
Blue
FORCE SENSITIVE??
Positive
FINANCES

Sufficiently Credited​

DROIDS:
None
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Attributes and Abilities
​

“Peace was never an option”

■ Denotes abilities with Force augmentation
Extended use of the force results in draining effects
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DEXTERITY
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STAMINA
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INTELLIGENCE
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WISDOM
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CHARISMA
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PILOTING
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Equipment & Inventory

“The thing none of you will ever understand is that there are no sides.
There are no heroes or villains. There’s just what I want and how I’ll get it.”

​

PRIMARY WEAPON(S)
Lightsaber | Wrist Mounted Lightsabers |

SECONDARY WEAPON(S)
EB-4 Combat Pistol | SA-21 Blaster Pistol | Super Nova Grenades (3) | Thermal Detonators (3) | Flash Bang Grenades (3)

ARMOR(S)
Armorweave-Scatterweave Cloak | Blast Proof Vest | Triangular Face Mask | Arbitrator Pak cortosis gauntlets & neck

TRANSPORTATION
CE-1660-Hunter-Class Enforcement Ship, Death's Apparition

​

MISCELLANEOUS
Communicator | Datapad | MedKit | Stun Cuffs

BASE OF OPERATIONS / HOME / SAFEHOUSES:
Chandrilla Apartment
Coruscant Apartment
Temple Quarters
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Biography

“I am no hero. Merely a man who has seen and done
and endured what can never be forgotten or forgiven.”​

Early Life​

Life for Erik began when a Sith and a Sister of the Sacred Band fell into a hidden relationship. Having met during combat or aboard one of the sith ships, this hot fling quickly evolved when Erik was born. He was born into an abusive family, with his father having taken his mother as a wife upon his birth. Erik's father would continually beat on both Erik, and his mother Stasho, when he was young. From a young age his father and mother both beat a sense of militarism into young Erik, teaching him to walk, speak, and act with a militaristic precision, and teaching him combat and marksmanship.

Apprenticeship​

During his teenage years, as other Sith prospects, Valoren was taken on in a group of acolytes to a single Sith. This sith in particular chose to take his prospects to the wilderness of Koriban, and abandon them until only one survived. The one who did survive he would take on as an apprentace. His name was Sith Vaul.

Erik and the other prospects were not warned of their trials until they arrived at the drop off location. It was immediately clear to Erik that the only option to survive was to trust none of the other prospects, and to be honest with none of them. He allied with a younger Davaronian man named Thul Tharkin. Thul helped him build a small shelter in the ruins of a long forgotten city. As soon as they were done building Erik approached the exhausted Thul, wrapped his hands around the man's head, and broke his neck.

He spent the next three months alone on Korriban, no friends nor allies, killing all the other prospects that he encountered. During his time alone on the planet he learned to hone into the dark presence of the world, and allow it to guide, empower, and teach him. He had several encounters while on the world with other prospects whereh was almost killed.

He was able to feel when it came down to himself and the last prospect, as was the other. They were both humans, and strong with the Force. Erik drew the other prospect to pursue him into the group of ruins where he had killed young Thul so long before. Once there Erik laid in wait, drawing his force presence around himself so tight that he was completely invisible in the force to his predator.

The other prospect attempted to wait Erik out, but eventually grew impatient and pursued him in. Erik, waiting for the man, used the force to snap the other man's neck as soon as he entered.
Sith Vaul was aware when the last prospect died, and came to personally collect Erik.

Vaul took Erik from Korriban and began his tutelage, teaching him everything there was to know about the Sith, the Force, and combat. Vaul was an older Bith, and as such was very scientific minded and logical. Erik adopted these characteristics from him as he learned. Vaul had a dedication to perfection and excellency, and demanded that from Erik Valoren at all times. Should Erik fail to present Vaul with perfection, he would be beaten, either through the force, or physically. This bred a perfectionism in Erik himself. Erik always wears a mask, very similar to Darth Malgus' mask, but one that covers more of his face, including his eyes giving them a yellowish-red hue. This is to conceal his identity while he engages in combat, so that he can still enter Republic space whenever he wishes, and maintain his good standing. This was first started by Vaul, who would use young Erik as a legitimate civilian, allowing Erik to handle officials and other beings that would recognize Vaul as a Sith.

​

Erik's apprenticeship was long and eventful, however it was one Erik resented. Having been abandoned to potentially die on Korriban in the beginning allowed him to see how impersonal and disposable he was to Vaul. The apprenticship ended when Aren snuck up on Vaul, killing him with a force choke hold. Vaul had taught Erik to be powerful with the Force, as well as fierce with a lightsaber, and the Bith paid for it. To finish off his kill Erik stabbed Vaul in the gut, ending the Bith's life.

Ascension to Sith
​

With the death of Vaul, Erik was left unbridled to ascend to the rank of Sith. Erik has yet to take on an apprentace of any kind, and usually acts alone, or with other Sith.

One of the first things he did upon killing Vaul was to travel home, where he found his mother trapped even more so by the abusive relationship with her husband than before Erik left. Entering the home he entered into a fight with his father, before killing him with a choke hold, watching the man who had often been his fear and tormentor as a youth, whither away before him.
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Personality

“You are a god among insects. Never let anyone tell you different.”
​

Erik has a very controlled personality. Raised by two strong militaristic parents, and often beaten for overt shows of emotion, from a young age Erik learned to conceal his emotions and feelings. During his trials for apprenticeship to Lord Vaul Erik learned the importance of deception, and savagery, and hardened far more as a person. Once Vaul took him on as an apprentice proper he honed Erik, teaching him how to completely conceal his nature when dealing with ordinary beings. Erik often comes across as cold, but he also has a very short temper that will reveal how hot he can get. When commanding troops he is extremely loyal to his troops, but is quick to punish failure or disappointment with pain or death. He is savage towards his enemies and very closely follows the typical archetype of a Sith Warrior in his personality.

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Skills

“I’ve been at the mercy of men just following orders. Never again.”
​

Though his personality and style closely resemble that of a classic Sith Warrior, Erik's force skill do not match the classic style. Erik is extremely skilled with the Force, with his potential far exceeding his current skill. During his tutelage to Vaul Erik learned a variety of skills.

Agility​

Like all Force users, Erik is capable of superhuman feats of agility and dexterity using the Force, though in comparison to other practitioners of the Force, his agility is far inferior with only basic feats such as speedyness, jump, and reflexes at his disposal.

Energy​

Erik has the power to summon flames and even bright flashes of light through the force, and seeks to learn how to summon Sith lightning, and to absorb energy such as a blaster bolt or a lightsaber.

Telekinesis​

​

The area of the Force that Erik has the greatest mastery over is Telekinesis. Erik spent much time focused on his usage of telekinesis. Erik is often known to execute Force Chokes on his opponents, or sweep a simple force push towards a group of enemies to clear his way.

​

His manipulation of telekinesis, like other Force users, requires great focus. Though when he can attain that focus, he is able to accomplish great feats with it, and could open sealed doors.

Mental Manipulation​

Erik's mind is finely honed from a childhood of focus on his abilities, as well as his apprenticeship to the scientific minded Bith Lord Vaul. Vaul pounded into Valoren the importance of the mind, honing his Force Sense to a precision envied by mechanical sensors. Erik has been trained in mental manipulation, though his skill is sill rough. While he often attempts to use a delicate touch, more often than not his attempts leave his victim mentally broken. This has lead to Erik often not attempting delicacy and resorting to brutality.

Lightsaber​

Erik has a skill with a lightsaber that does not leave on disappointed. Having mastered forms I and II early in his apprenticeship, Erik is proficient with both of them. He also has profound skill in forms III and IV, with IV being his preferred attack style.
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Roleplays

"You think because you can see into my head you know how it feels? You're looking in the wrong place."​

Roleplays
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Samuel "Sam" Kryze

"You know spies, buncha kessy little girls"
― Sam Kryze​

ALIAS
Chuck Finley
Mr. Axe
Callsign "Prudence"
AFFILIATION
Death Watch
RANK
Washed up Marine
Mooch
Mercenary
Alcoholic
Smooth Talker
Womanizer

AGE
46
SPECIES
Human
GENDER
Male
HEIGHT
6'1
WEIGHT
200lbs
BUILD
Tall, overweight,
muscular

HAIR COLOR
Brown
EYE COLOR
Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE??
Negative
FINANCES
Enough
DROIDS:
None
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Attributes and Abilities

"Hey mama! Who's buying you drinks? Bartender my man!
Two mojitos for me, and whatever she's drinking for her."
​

STRENGTH
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DEXTERITY
■■■■■■■■■■
STAMINA
■■■■■■■■■■

INTELLIGENCE
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WISDOM
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CHARISMA
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PILOTING
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WILLPOWER
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MEDICAL EXPERTISE
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Skills
Belongings
"Mixing romance and work is a bad idea. I mean Veronica, just the other day,
she asked me if blasters came in different sizes. Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard?"
​

LONG RANGE BLASTER
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MEDIUM RANGE BLASTER
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CLOSE RANGE BLASTER
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BLADE COMBAT, LONG
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BLADE COMBAT SHORT
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BLADE COMBAT, PROJECTED
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SLICING
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LOCK PICKING
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FORCE COMBAT
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Biography

"Hey want a beer?"
"Nah I prefer to be sober when risking my life."
"More for me to drink, brother."​

Born 'n' Raised​

Samuel "Sam" Kryze was born Mandalore into a military family. His father was a marine in the Mandalorian Defense Army, several decades after the great Sith War. His father saw very little action, but was one of the soldiers responsible for rebuilding the galaxy after the horrendous destruction the sith brought on. Growing up a military life Sam was used to moving around, finding himself living significant amounts of time on Mandalore, Concordia, Concord Dawn, Chandrilla, Corellia, Onderon, and Zeltros as his father was deployed across the galaxy.

His dad was a heavy drinker and had a relatively unhappy marriage with his mother, but the two of them never divorced. The couple agreed that it was important for Sam to grow up with an intact family, this loyalty to their family was a value instilled upon Sam at a young age, as was the drinking of his father. As a kid Sam began his drinking habits, a 'hobby' that would stick around for the rest of his life.

Military Career
When Sam turned 18 he, too, enlisted in Mandalore's defense army. Like his father Sam was stationed across the galaxy, though unlike his father, he never settled down with a girl. The unrest of his family at home prevented him from ever forming a stable relationship. Instead he would experience a series of one night stands, and hot fast relationships. Sam's role in the military was as a munitions expert, specializing in explosives. Through this he became relatively expert at handling, creating, and manipulating explosives, as well as other heavy weaponry. Sam served nearly 20 years in the Mandalorian Defense Force before the formation of the Border Alliance. He advocated strongly against allying with other worlds, as it would force Mandalore to commit resources to other interests besides her own - a feat he feared they could not afford in their fragile climate.
Leaving the Military
The Top Brass of Mandalore's defense army decided against Sam's recommendations, however, and allied themselves with the Border Alliance. Unwilling to put up with the 'bureaucratic bullshit' as he so eloquently put it, Sergeant Samuel Kryze resigned his commission in the Mandalorian Defense Force at the age of 43, and moved back to Mandalore. Settling down in Sundari, Sam began a life of relaxation. Getting into short and profitable relationships with older single women in the Sundari area, and later mooching off of them, Sam lived a short period of his life in bliss. This lasted less than a year, however, and then his pension dried up - Mandalore now economically tied up with the war and unable to afford to pay their retired soldiers. Due to this Sam took up a mercenary career, offering protection, military work and coordination, and bounty hunting to clients with the pockets to pay him. The work ground down on his conscience, but also caused him to become more accustomed with adjusting his opinions. More and more he found himself on the side of the war away from the Republic, and venturing into Sith space. Through all of this, however, after every job he would find himself back at a beach in Sundari.
Death Watch​

First and foremost instilled upon him as a kid was Mandalorian ideals. The resol'nare, the warrior ideals, Oya Manda, the whole lot of it. Sam saw these ideals fade away from the Mandalorian culture as a whole as they began to worry more about the fate of the Republic, rather than their own fate. With the rise of Death Watch these long held ideals began to rise up in Sam once again, and the pesky needle of his moral compass began to spin once more. No doubt some of their methods were... rogue. Sam wouldn't lie and say that they were always the good guys, or even ever the good guys, but they had Mandalore at heart, and he could see that. Deciding it was time to become something more than just a drunk washed up Marine, Sam enlisted in Death Watch, putting his old military skills back to work.
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Personality

"The weather on Mandalore? Hoo, that's scary. 'Cause, you know, about the middle of the afternoon, it's gonna be about 140 degrees in here, and I'm no doctor, but without water, boy.....you're not gonna last long. So you either tell me where my friend is, or find out what it's like to be a casserole. "
​

Loyalty. If there is one word that describes Sam, it is that. Loyalty to his family, loyalty to his friends, and above all - loyalty to Mandalore. This value was carved into Sam by his father from a young age, mainly through example rather than any formal lesson. His father demonstrated this by staying in an unhappy marriage due to his loyalty for Sam, and his loyalty to the marriage vows. From his father he, too, picked up his lifelong drinking habit. He prefers the word drinker to alcoholic, though, as alcoholic is too negative. Sam was reckless as a kid, due to growing up as a military kid. Constantly moving from base to base deprived the boy of lifelong friends, and any kind of stability in life. Due to this he acted out a bit as a teenager, though this recklessness was beaten out of him by the military during his own service.

Sam is slow to anger, and levelheaded. Though, his cool temper should not be misperceived as mercy. Sam saves mercy for the underprivileged, and those who deserve it. He is entirely willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done, and soothes his conscience by repeating 'the end justifies the means'. ​

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Roleplays

"Look, boys and girls, this is happening. You stay here, you die. You come with me... "
"We live?"
"Odds are a little better."
​

Reserved
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Rachel Elizabeth Stoles

"Oh you're so cute when you're flustered.
I could play with you all day, but a girl has other things to do."
-Rachel Elizabeth Stoles​

ALIAS:
Rachel - Preferred
Rach - Close Friends
Liz/Lizzie - Hated
YEAR:
7th
AGE:
17
D.O.B.:
December 6th, 1897
SPECIES:
Half-Blood
GENDER:
Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Bisexual
HEIGHT:
5'3
HOMETOWN:
Phoenix, Arizona, United States of America
WEIGHT:
118lbs
BUILD:
Thin
HAIR COLOR:
Red
EYE COLOR:
Murky Green
WAND:
Cypress wood with a phoenix feather core
12¾"
HOGWARTS HOUSE:
Slytherin
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Biography

"I'm from the middle of nowhere, you've likely never heard of it."​

Childhood

Rachel was born in the budding territory of Arizona, just 14 years it became a State. Her parents a happenstance meeting in a bar, and a one night stand that turned into a lifetime of unhappiness for both of them. Rachel's mother worked as a barmaid in one of the many desert taverns. Her father was a miner, looking for his fortune one mine at a time. Rachel just happened to be an accident that tied the two wayward paths together.

Her mother was a pure-blood witch, actually having gone to Hogwarts herself before being expelled for poor behavior. She was a Slytherin, and always found herself using magic for her own interests and gain, and eventually caused one student to die, and several others to be injured. Her mother then moved to the states, and found herself in Arizona.

Her father knew nothing of wizardry, and her mother never shared it with either of them, keeping her magical identity to herself. Both her parents were poor, young, and alcoholic, a cocktail that created an unhappy and physically abusive life for Rachel. Her mother cared for her, though she had never wanted a child to begin with. Giving Rachel everything that she could afford to give her, this affection from her mother was the only trace of compassion Rachel found as a child. Despite her mother's efforts, however, Rachel faced a traumatic and emotionally scarring childhood, which would leave her with lifelong personality traits from it, mainly a lack of trust or compassion.
​

Ilvermorny

At age 12 Rachel received her letter, introducing her to the wizarding world. Her mother and she both saw it as her only chance to get away from the unhappy home, and backwater town. Rachel's introduction to the wizarding world was slow and rocky, but she eventually found herself at Ilvermorny.

Rachel had never gone to school as a child, and the introduction to Ilvermorny was a complete culture shock. In a different time zone, climate, and setting than she knew, Rachel floundered her first year at school, getting in both disciplinary and academic trouble. However, come her second year, Rachel had found herself. She became the popular girl, hated by most of the other girls, and sought after by her vain male classmates. Her rough childhood left her cold, and isolated - an arms reach away from any true relationship. Every time anyone would grow close to her she would become self destructive, finding a way to push them away. Another factor that plagued Rachel's self confidence was her blood. Her mother, being English, had always found a way to remind Rachel that she was only half blooded. Though the Americans at Ilvermorny didn't care that she was half-blooded, it was a constant humiliation for Rachel.

She found herself in an almost happy situation at the beginning of her sixth year. She had a semi-close group of friends, and a boyfriend that had been with her for nearly a year. As her sixth year grew to a close, however, she had managed to self destruct her again. In a wild-night that got out of controlled she found herself cheating on her boyfriend for one of her friend's boyfriends.

From that moment on, each relationship she cherished began to deteriorate until Rachel found herself alone once more come summer.
​

Hogwarts

Just before school began her 7th year Rachel's mom left her dad. Her mom decided to move back to England, hoping to find a better life back home and offered to take Rachel with her. The idea of moving to England felt to Rachel like the chance to escape her old life at Ilvermorny, and find a new life where she could be happy.

She applied to transfer to Hogwarts, and was approved. Upon arriving she was sorted into Slytherin. She began lying to everyone she met, stating that she was pure-blooded, in order to gain approval and feel better about herself. She thought that no one would be the wiser, however, several days into Hogwarts she learned that one of her old friends from Ilvermorny, Felix, had also transferred this very year to Hogwarts. She and Felix had been friends during her early years at Ilvermorny. However as Rachel grew older, her coldness and nastiness drove Felix away. ​

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Personality

"All you need to know about me is that I'm
way out of your league honey."
​

Rachel is like a shattered window that a blind man put back together with super glue. When an oppressive childhood beats all the hope, and goodness out of a kid, what's let manifests itself as the many faceted, sharp edged, dangerous girl that is Rachel. She has issues forming connections with people for an array of reasons. For starters, she has deep seated trust issues. She finds it difficult to truly trust anyone, and thus keeps people at arm's distance. She had difficulty with attachment, and often will subconsciously self-destruct any relationship she's in to avoid the uncomfortable reality of anything becoming permanent.

Life was so cruel to Rachel, that she finds no reason that she shouldn't return the favor to everyone in life around her. In an attempt to inflate her fragile self-confidence, Rachel over projects her own ego - bragging about how hot she is, or how good she is at magic, or lying about being a pureblood.

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O.W.L.'s

"Tests are for losers and nerds, and what loser or nerd
do you know that looks like me?"
​

Charms - A
Transfiguration - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Potions - E
History of Magic - A
Herbology - P
Astronomy - A
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[Prudence]

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Samuel "Sam" Kryze

"You know spies, buncha kessy little girls"
― Sam Kryze​

ALIAS
Chuck Finley
Mr. Axe
Callsign "Prudence"
AFFILIATION
Death Watch
RANK
Washed up Marine
Mooch
Mercenary
Alcoholic
Smooth Talker
Womanizer

AGE
46
SPECIES
Human
GENDER
Male
HEIGHT
6'1
WEIGHT
200lbs
BUILD
Tall, overweight,
muscular

HAIR COLOR
Brown
EYE COLOR
Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE??
Negative
FINANCES
Enough
DROIDS:
None
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Attributes and Abilities

"Hey mama! Who's buying you drinks? Bartender my man!
Two mojitos for me, and whatever she's drinking for her."
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STRENGTH
■■■■■■■■■■
DEXTERITY
■■■■■■■■■■
STAMINA
■■■■■■■■■■

INTELLIGENCE
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WISDOM
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CHARISMA
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PILOTING
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WILLPOWER
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MEDICAL EXPERTISE
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Skills
Belongings
"Mixing romance and work is a bad idea. I mean Veronica, just the other day,
she asked me if blasters came in different sizes. Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard?"
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LONG RANGE BLASTER
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MEDIUM RANGE BLASTER
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CLOSE RANGE BLASTER
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BLADE COMBAT, LONG
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BLADE COMBAT SHORT
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BLADE COMBAT, PROJECTED
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SLICING
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LOCK PICKING
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FORCE COMBAT
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Biography

"Hey want a beer?"
"Nah I prefer to be sober when risking my life."
"More for me to drink, brother."​

Born 'n' Raised​

Samuel "Sam" Kryze was born Mandalore into a military family. His father was a marine in the Mandalorian Defense Army, several decades after the great Sith War. His father saw very little action, but was one of the soldiers responsible for rebuilding the galaxy after the horrendous destruction the sith brought on. Growing up a military life Sam was used to moving around, finding himself living significant amounts of time on Mandalore, Concordia, Concord Dawn, Chandrilla, Corellia, Onderon, and Zeltros as his father was deployed across the galaxy.

His dad was a heavy drinker and had a relatively unhappy marriage with his mother, but the two of them never divorced. The couple agreed that it was important for Sam to grow up with an intact family, this loyalty to their family was a value instilled upon Sam at a young age, as was the drinking of his father. As a kid Sam began his drinking habits, a 'hobby' that would stick around for the rest of his life.

Military Career
When Sam turned 18 he, too, enlisted in Mandalore's defense army. Like his father Sam was stationed across the galaxy, though unlike his father, he never settled down with a girl. The unrest of his family at home prevented him from ever forming a stable relationship. Instead he would experience a series of one night stands, and hot fast relationships. Sam's role in the military was as a munitions expert, specializing in explosives. Through this he became relatively expert at handling, creating, and manipulating explosives, as well as other heavy weaponry. Sam served nearly 20 years in the Mandalorian Defense Force before the formation of the Border Alliance. He advocated strongly against allying with other worlds, as it would force Mandalore to commit resources to other interests besides her own - a feat he feared they could not afford in their fragile climate.
Leaving the Military
The Top Brass of Mandalore's defense army decided against Sam's recommendations, however, and allied themselves with the Border Alliance. Unwilling to put up with the 'bureaucratic bullshit' as he so eloquently put it, Sergeant Samuel Kryze resigned his commission in the Mandalorian Defense Force at the age of 43, and moved back to Mandalore. Settling down in Sundari, Sam began a life of relaxation. Getting into short and profitable relationships with older single women in the Sundari area, and later mooching off of them, Sam lived a short period of his life in bliss. This lasted less than a year, however, and then his pension dried up - Mandalore now economically tied up with the war and unable to afford to pay their retired soldiers. Due to this Sam took up a mercenary career, offering protection, military work and coordination, and bounty hunting to clients with the pockets to pay him. The work ground down on his conscience, but also caused him to become more accustomed with adjusting his opinions. More and more he found himself on the side of the war away from the Republic, and venturing into Sith space. Through all of this, however, after every job he would find himself back at a beach in Sundari.
Death Watch​

First and foremost instilled upon him as a kid was Mandalorian ideals. The resol'nare, the warrior ideals, Oya Manda, the whole lot of it. Sam saw these ideals fade away from the Mandalorian culture as a whole as they began to worry more about the fate of the Republic, rather than their own fate. With the rise of Death Watch these long held ideals began to rise up in Sam once again, and the pesky needle of his moral compass began to spin once more. No doubt some of their methods were... rogue. Sam wouldn't lie and say that they were always the good guys, or even ever the good guys, but they had Mandalore at heart, and he could see that. Deciding it was time to become something more than just a drunk washed up Marine, Sam enlisted in Death Watch, putting his old military skills back to work.
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Personality

"The weather on Mandalore? Hoo, that's scary. 'Cause, you know, about the middle of the afternoon, it's gonna be about 140 degrees in here, and I'm no doctor, but without water, boy.....you're not gonna last long. So you either tell me where my friend is, or find out what it's like to be a casserole. "
​

Loyalty. If there is one word that describes Sam, it is that. Loyalty to his family, loyalty to his friends, and above all - loyalty to Mandalore. This value was carved into Sam by his father from a young age, mainly through example rather than any formal lesson. His father demonstrated this by staying in an unhappy marriage due to his loyalty for Sam, and his loyalty to the marriage vows. From his father he, too, picked up his lifelong drinking habit. He prefers the word drinker to alcoholic, though, as alcoholic is too negative. Sam was reckless as a kid, due to growing up as a military kid. Constantly moving from base to base deprived the boy of lifelong friends, and any kind of stability in life. Due to this he acted out a bit as a teenager, though this recklessness was beaten out of him by the military during his own service.

Sam is slow to anger, and levelheaded. Though, his cool temper should not be misperceived as mercy. Sam saves mercy for the underprivileged, and those who deserve it. He is entirely willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done, and soothes his conscience by repeating 'the end justifies the means'. ​

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Roleplays

"Look, boys and girls, this is happening. You stay here, you die. You come with me... "
"We live?"
"Odds are a little better."
​

Reserved
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[Prudence]

Spoiler

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Alaera
Alaza'laer'asae​

.

Sith Inquisitor ◇ Twenty One ◇ Chiss Female ◇ 5'4 ◇ "Glacia"

"To defeat an enemy you must know them, not simply their battle tactics, but their history... philosophy... art."​

Biography ● Personality ● Possessions ● Threads​

Theme​

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Biography​

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Some believe that the situation of one's birth effects who they are. The outcome of that is certainly true in my case, as I was born under literal sheets of ice. Deep in the heart of Csilla's cave systems nothing escapes the cold calculating precision of Chiss society, not even a child's sense of humor. Those weaker among our race find the near sterile demand for accuracy, precision, and intelligence to be cruel and in compassionate - and they're not incorrect. What they are mistaken on, however, is that our people are wrong for doing such things. Though our leaders have remained stubbornly independent of Brotherhood rule, a certain unalienable fear is granted to them,. Though the fools won't come under the authority of the Sith, they at least understand who it is proper to fear.

So as tradition, I stayed with my family, given a proper Chiss upbringing until it was discovered I was Force Sensitive. Everything changed after that, some would say for the worst, I would say for the best. I was taken to Korriban, which as a Chiss was the closest thing to hell I'd ever experienced. I was born in ice, and grew to embrace it. Korriban is everything hot, miserable, and dry in the galaxy. Teachers in the Korriban temple are brutal, cold, and uncaring - the perfect setting to craft a Sith. I was all alone in the temple, as my parents and my twin sister had been deemed lacking when it came to sensitivity in the Force. I excelled in the temple, as the other kids feared the teachers, and avoided them, I embraced their cold cruelty, allowing it to mold me into I was to become.

While living on Korriban, and studying in the temple, I managed to maintain a Chiss lifestyle of strict regimen and perfect standards. This was quite easy to do at the temple, already, as standards were exceedingly high. While this world may be one of hellish temperatures, it shared one singular commonality with my home, that being that the hearts of Korriban were just as frozen as those of Csilla.

The most drastic change to my way of life occurred when I was taken from the temple at age 13, and assigned to a Sith for training. Initially I had been chosen by a Sith Warrior, who's name I do not know. He fortunately died in a duel with another Sith, which ultimately was the best thing that could've happened to me. His conqueror was a Nautolan Sith Inquisitor, by the name of Pho Zhall. He was a ghost among the Sith, existing solely in memory - no digital or physical trace of his identity or existence. Zhall constantly made trips into Republic & Jedi space without detection, often solely to mentally taunt their inability to know who he was.

It was under Zhall's tutelage that I learned that I had inherited two of the many stereotypical strengths of the Chiss, strategical awareness, and situational control. That is to say that I was always at least four steps ahead of any potential enemies, or allies. I was artful when it came to strategy, be it naval or otherwise. I also was exceptionally good at keeping a control of a situation, and ensuring that it ended how I liked. Not a soul knew my true identity, nor captured an image of me, lest I want them to. I studied species, but not just their temperament and their attitudes towards war. I studied their planetary and special history, their art, and their philosophy. I would study holonews recordings from their home worlds to learn their reactions to the news, as opposed to other species' reactions. I would spend time on these worlds, learning how they acted and behaved, how they loved and mourned, and what their true nature was.

I was under Zhall's tutelage for six years before I was anointed as a full Sith Inquisitor myself, rather than an Acolyte. I took my place among the true Sith amidst Lord Venator's reign, only to see him step down a short time later. I now exist among the Sith, recognized by few, known by less.


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Personality​

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STRENGTH:

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STAMINA:

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CONSTITUTION:

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INTELLIGENCE:

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CHARISMA:

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The greatest misstep in the whole of sentient evolution is the growing acceptance, and embracement, of weakness and diversity amongst beings. The mantra they spout is that diversity makes us strong, incorrect. Diversity makes us different, and difference is only needed if a flaw or shortcoming needs to be covered by or adapted to by another. One could understand why more disgusting mongrel species, like the Twi'lek, the Rodian, or the Hutt would want diversity. So much is left wanting, both by their physiology and their psychology. However for humans to embrace mental, emotional, and special diversity and weakness is... perplexing. Humans are, by no means, remotely on par with the Chiss, but they excel amongst their peers, dominating the genetic lottery as far as aliens go. Were they to embrace xenophobia as a blessing, rather than a curse, the species as a whole would see such improvement.

Many beings, not of Chiss heritage, would see me as narcissistic. That is, however, quite simply wrong. Narcissism implies at least a bit of inflation when it comes to the opinion of one's self. That is not even remotely true for me. I do not think nor do I believe that I am better than others, I know for certain I am. I am more intelligent than my peers, I am quicker than my peers, and I am simply above my peers. Many who have tried to understand me have viewed me as 'excessively paranoid ' ' obsessive ', but those terms are quite misleading, and they lead to a negative connotation. I do what I must to remain ahead of those around me, even if it is more effort than my peers can be deigned to muster.

Confidence is so often misconstrued as arrogance in today's society. If I am willing to take a gamble on a situation, it is quite simply because I've already run the odds and know how it will conclude. Most Sith are foolish, they feed the Dark Side the figuratively 'high caloric' tastes that it craves, in the raw emotions and passions they give into. My connection with the Dark Side is far more measured. Like my lightsaber, my passions are channeled through my mental control, to feed the Dark Side only that which I desire to feed it. I control my emotions and I wouldn't begin to tolerate a reality where anything else was remotely true.
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Possessions​

Threads​

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N/A​

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[Prudence]

Spoiler

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Alaera
Alaza'laer'asae​

.

Sith Inquisitor ◇ Twenty One ◇ Chiss Female ◇ 5'4 ◇ "Glacia"

"To defeat an enemy you must know them, not simply their battle tactics, but their history... philosophy... art."​

Biography ● Personality ● Possessions ● Threads​

Theme​

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Biography​

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Some believe that the situation of one's birth effects who they are. The outcome of that is certainly true in my case, as I was born under literal sheets of ice. Deep in the heart of Csilla's cave systems nothing escapes the cold calculating precision of Chiss society, not even a child's sense of humor. Those weaker among our race find the near sterile demand for accuracy, precision, and intelligence to be cruel and in compassionate - and they're not incorrect. What they are mistaken on, however, is that our people are wrong for doing such things. Though our leaders have remained stubbornly independent of Brotherhood rule, a certain unalienable fear is granted to them,. Though the fools won't come under the authority of the Sith, they at least understand who it is proper to fear.

So as tradition, I stayed with my family, given a proper Chiss upbringing until it was discovered I was Force Sensitive. Everything changed after that, some would say for the worst, I would say for the best. I was taken to Korriban, which as a Chiss was the closest thing to hell I'd ever experienced. I was born in ice, and grew to embrace it. Korriban is everything hot, miserable, and dry in the galaxy. Teachers in the Korriban temple are brutal, cold, and uncaring - the perfect setting to craft a Sith. I was all alone in the temple, as my parents and my twin sister had been deemed lacking when it came to sensitivity in the Force. I excelled in the temple, as the other kids feared the teachers, and avoided them, I embraced their cold cruelty, allowing it to mold me into I was to become.

While living on Korriban, and studying in the temple, I managed to maintain a Chiss lifestyle of strict regimen and perfect standards. This was quite easy to do at the temple, already, as standards were exceedingly high. While this world may be one of hellish temperatures, it shared one singular commonality with my home, that being that the hearts of Korriban were just as frozen as those of Csilla.

The most drastic change to my way of life occurred when I was taken from the temple at age 13, and assigned to a Sith for training. Initially I had been chosen by a Sith Warrior, who's name I do not know. He fortunately died in a duel with another Sith, which ultimately was the best thing that could've happened to me. His conqueror was a Nautolan Sith Inquisitor, by the name of Pho Zhall. He was a ghost among the Sith, existing solely in memory - no digital or physical trace of his identity or existence. Zhall constantly made trips into Republic & Jedi space without detection, often solely to mentally taunt their inability to know who he was.

It was under Zhall's tutelage that I learned that I had inherited two of the many stereotypical strengths of the Chiss, strategical awareness, and situational control. That is to say that I was always at least four steps ahead of any potential enemies, or allies. I was artful when it came to strategy, be it naval or otherwise. I also was exceptionally good at keeping a control of a situation, and ensuring that it ended how I liked. Not a soul knew my true identity, nor captured an image of me, lest I want them to. I studied species, but not just their temperament and their attitudes towards war. I studied their planetary and special history, their art, and their philosophy. I would study holonews recordings from their home worlds to learn their reactions to the news, as opposed to other species' reactions. I would spend time on these worlds, learning how they acted and behaved, how they loved and mourned, and what their true nature was.

I was under Zhall's tutelage for six years before I was anointed as a full Sith Inquisitor myself, rather than an Acolyte. I took my place among the true Sith amidst Lord Venator's reign, only to see him step down a short time later. I now exist among the Sith, recognized by few, known by less.


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Personality​

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STRENGTH:

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STAMINA:

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DEXTERITY:

██████████​

CONSTITUTION:

██████████​

INTELLIGENCE:

██████████​

CHARISMA:

██████████​

The greatest misstep in the whole of sentient evolution is the growing acceptance, and embracement, of weakness and diversity amongst beings. The mantra they spout is that diversity makes us strong, incorrect. Diversity makes us different, and difference is only needed if a flaw or shortcoming needs to be covered by or adapted to by another. One could understand why more disgusting mongrel species, like the Twi'lek, the Rodian, or the Hutt would want diversity. So much is left wanting, both by their physiology and their psychology. However for humans to embrace mental, emotional, and special diversity and weakness is... perplexing. Humans are, by no means, remotely on par with the Chiss, but they excel amongst their peers, dominating the genetic lottery as far as aliens go. Were they to embrace xenophobia as a blessing, rather than a curse, the species as a whole would see such improvement.

Many beings, not of Chiss heritage, would see me as narcissistic. That is, however, quite simply wrong. Narcissism implies at least a bit of inflation when it comes to the opinion of one's self. That is not even remotely true for me. I do not think nor do I believe that I am better than others, I know for certain I am. I am more intelligent than my peers, I am quicker than my peers, and I am simply above my peers. Many who have tried to understand me have viewed me as 'excessively paranoid ' ' obsessive ', but those terms are quite misleading, and they lead to a negative connotation. I do what I must to remain ahead of those around me, even if it is more effort than my peers can be deigned to muster.

Confidence is so often misconstrued as arrogance in today's society. If I am willing to take a gamble on a situation, it is quite simply because I've already run the odds and know how it will conclude. Most Sith are foolish, they feed the Dark Side the figuratively 'high caloric' tastes that it craves, in the raw emotions and passions they give into. My connection with the Dark Side is far more measured. Like my lightsaber, my passions are channeled through my mental control, to feed the Dark Side only that which I desire to feed it. I control my emotions and I wouldn't begin to tolerate a reality where anything else was remotely true.
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Possessions​

Threads​

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[Prudence]

Spoiler

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Kalen Genet
Imperial Shocktrooper ◇ 31 ◇ Human Male ◇ 6'3 ◇ 180lbs ◇ "Hunter"

"I'm just a man following orders. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them."​

Biography ● Personality ● Possessions ● Threads​

Theme​

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Biography​

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I was born into a culture more extensive ethan most can understand. I am a Mandalorian proper, though those who rule Mandalore would consider me as dar'manda. I was born into Clan Genet, One of the fallen clans of the original Mandalorian people. I was raised on the harsh climate of Ziost, and it was not until I was well into my childhood that I experienced worlds where the very atmosphere itself wasn't trying to kill you. My family was a traditional Mandalorian family that affirmed to the Mandalorian tenants of strength, combat, and honor. My father was a combat trainer for the soldiers of the Sacred Band, on Ziost, as was my mother.

When I was about 8 I began traveling with my father to Raxus as he would do the occasional check in on the facilities there, and ensure their quality. When we first visited I was told that Raxus was our very own Mandalore, but it wasn't until I was already a man and visited Mandalore for the first time that I realized how even Raxus paled in compare to the beauty of Mandalore. Our family eventually moved to Raxus, as my father was promoted to oversee their training regimens, and my mother took up a life of farming the rich Raxus soil. It was during this time that my parents began to engrave into me combat training which would stick with me, and save me, for the rest of my life. With intensity and ferocity matching that of the cadets that they trained, the two of them ensured that I would be a proper soldier. I can still remember my father's words to me,
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"You have to know the limits of your physical and mental endurance, so you can recognize them and pass beyond them. This is why I will push you beyond any suffering you can imagine. You will not give up and die like lesser men; you will not crack up like lesser men; you will not lose heart in the direst circumstances like lesser men. And you will be the last men standing when the weaklings have opted to do the easy thing and die."
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The most important thing that I could learn while his training was beaten into me was to retain my humanity. It is what separates men from savages, and it is what makes a Mandalorian. I joined on with the Sacred Band, becoming a brother and fighting in the coming war, but the Brotherhood was not the home form. The Brotherhood was disorganized, the brotherhood was cruel, the brotherhood was savage and crude, and this was represented in its ranks and structure. Among its ranks of mercenaries, outlaws and criminals I was different, a proper soldier without a cause. These brothers and sisters were driven by their dedication to the Sith cause, and their lust for power - while I was not. I stayed with the band for over half a decade, fighting in their skirmishes from the time I was eighteen until I was twenty five, and it was then that I left the band. There was no dramatic push, no last incident that made me snap, I just didn't fit within the band. They were not a standing army, nor a military, they were a band of combatants laying waste to all that stood in their way. That isn't to say that I supported the Republic, or even disagreed with the Sith. The Republic both enslaved Mandalore, and supported those treacherous clans who had ousted my ancestors so long before, and the Sith had been the ones to help my people back up onto their feet, and give them a purpose - that purpose just wasn't for me.

I went onto a life of hunting, thinking I could find an honest living taking bounties for the highest bidder, but I couldn't find my place there either. The majority of hunters in the Galaxy work for the Republic, through the BHG - not an option for me, and taking Sith only contracts makes me little more than an independent member of the band, and didn't pay the bills. After two years I returned to the hellhole of Ziost and began training the cadets of the Sacred Band. Instilled with my Father's old training, and years of combat experience both in and out of the band I was eagerly hired on, and thus began my time training soldiers for the Sith to fight with. I trained the best cadets, soldiers that went on to turn the tide in battles and earn high honors within the ranks of the Band. Everything changed with the iron curtain dropped, and the angsty facade of the Brotherhood dropped to reveal a proper Empire, With the Empire brought order, structure, and purpose. With the Empire brought a desire for stability, and a reason for conquest, and with the Empire it brought me, back into the line of service, and into the elite ranks of the 121st.

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At his core Kalen is the inner war between killer and man, violence and humanity. Beaten into him at a young age was the need to survive, but furthermore to win. Throughout all that he does, Kalen is trying to find a way to be happy. He wants to find love and inner peace, but such are the things that evade him. He was nicknamed Hunter because he performed excellently as a spy, and an as assassin - when sought after his prey Kalen didn't stop until it was done. On the battlefield he is merciless, but when the battle is done he is plagued by guilt and inner turmoil. Pragmatism comes to head with compassion, leaving Kalen's soul a battleground, and he himself confused. He values loyalty and trust, and is often disappointed because of it. Going through many a relationship during his wanderings, Kalen's heart is scarred by pain and betrayal.
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Weapons​

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Primary Weapons
CZ-6100 | XPC-71

Secondary Weapons
Sunspear Heavy Pistol | TS-15 Pistol
All firearms linked have triple the given ammo clips.​

Melee Weapons
Dual Phase Saber (1)

Equipment
EMP (3) | MK-3 (3) | SA-38G (x3) | Thermal Detonator (x3)

Misc
Communicator | Datapad | SOS Beacon | Audio Frequency Modulator (set to neutralize supernova grenades)| Holocam | Medkit​

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Armor​

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Dragon Armor Mk 1

Armor is customized, allowing for a set of modifications. The first of which is that the HUD has complete control of the armor systems, integrated armor weapons, and grenades. A professional-grade set of repulsor is also included with the armor. Finally, rather than the helmet and the gorget being cortosis lined, as is standard with Dragon Armor, it is the gauntlets and the helmet that are cortosis lined.​

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[Prudence]

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Kalan Fett
Imperial Commander ◇ 29 ◇ Human Male ◇ 6'3 ◇ 213lbs

"An ally is little more than a weakness yet to be exploited."
Biography ● Personality ● Possessions ● Threads​

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History likes to whitewash most sadistic bastards as having had some tragic bullshit childhood where mommy and daddy were mean or negligent, They try to say they have these horrid emotional problems, or that they're mentally unsound and just didn't know what they were doing. I won't let them whitewash me. I had a perfectly normal childhood, had friends, nice parents, even a pet chicken. I was rich growing up, and it definitely shows. Everything I wanted, I had. Private training from a former Spec OPs commander? Yup. My own Freighter? Yup. My own set of armor? Hell Yup. When your parents are rich bankers working for the Muuns anything is possible! My best friend, and my brother and I were the best team in the old Corporate Sector.

Now you see, my brother was a more... whiney kid. He was always talking about what was fair, and what was right, and that I shouldn't have 2/3 of the payment for each job. So because I was tired of hearing all the QQ from him, and because I wanted a real fight, I attacked and murdered him. They say my best friend had to go to counseling after that, but as far as I was concerned you never heard him complain anymore! My parents were a little disturbed that I disemboweled their youngest son, and they were worried I might be lonely. So they got me another sibling, this time a sister, that was a lot more rugged than the last brother. Her name was Bambi Bambo, the Bi Barabel Butcher. She was the best Shock Boxer in.. wherever it was they got her from. We got along great! Eventually Bambi underwent gender and race reassignment surgery, and came out Randy Rando the Trans Trando Mando. He was never the same after the surgery, and though he would always be my partner, the two of us grew apart.

I bumbled along through the galaxy, killing things, stealing people, and vice versa. Eventually I wound up in the Sacred Band - and boy can I tell you that they are a bunch of savages. You can try to relabel the Brotherhood as the Empire but you can't take the brutality out of its inhabitants. The Brotherhood, and later the Empire, is where I belong. I played my time as a Brother, and later a Shock Trooper, until the purge. I rose through the ranks, one of the few experienced soldiers left, and rose to the rank of Commander.
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Shaan is not a nice person. He typically doesn't have a very numerous group of friends, as few can stand being that close to him. The friends he does have, however, he values and protects. He is the perfect soldier for the battlefield, as the atrocities of war do not phase him. He can, and will, be the monster that is needed of him - even when it isn't needed. He was completely spoiled as a kid by his rich and seldom present parents, leading to a narcissistic and psychopathic killer. He cares little for biological kin, but oddly he is attached to his adopted brother, Randy Rando, a Trans Trando Moff. Shaan was not well known within the ranks of the Sith, preferring grunt work and off world jobs. The perks of that, however, was that he didn't get caught up in the Moff Bombing. Now Shaan is moving through the ranks of the Sith, slicing his way up to greatness.











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Weapons​

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Secondary Weapons
CZ-6100
Secondary Weapons
Sunspear Heavy Pistol | TS-15 Pistol
All firearms linked have triple the given ammo clips.​

Melee Weapons
Vibroblade

Equipment
EMP (1) | MK-3 (2) | SA-38G (x1) | Thermal Detonator (x2)

Misc
Communicator | Datapad | SOS Beacon | Audio Frequency Modulator (set to neutralize supernova grenades)| Holocam | Medkit​

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Armor​

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MMCA Armor

Customized to add armor control to weapons and grenades. Added Flame throwers to the gauntlets. Added Jetpack for flight and things. Phrik gauntlets/gloves and calves. ​

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[Prudence]

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Karyn Elan
Independant ◇ 13 ◇ Human Female ◇ 5'1 ◇ 90lbs

"I don't have a mom or a dad, and not even the Jedi would take me."
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  My birth was not something that was supposed to happen. I wasn't planned, nor was I desired. My mother's name was Kira, but I only know that because they told me. I never got to know her, not that I can remember. The circumstances of my birth, or at least such as has been told back to me, and from what I've managed to glean from my research, is that I was born to a Jedi Knight. While she was in the Outer Rim on a Jedi assignment she... 'met'... my father. From what I've gathered they weren't close, nor did they really know each other well. My mother was... well she got around - or so I've heard. They tell me that my dad's name is Aren Tycho. The two of them had a short 'relationship' before my mother returned to Tython. She soon found out that she was pregnant and chose to carry the baby, but stayed out of the public eye. Few knew that she had even been pregnant, as she hid it well... no she hid me well. From what they tell me she tried to contact my dad but he was gone. Like a ghost into the winds he disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared. My mom gave me over to the Order to be trained, wanting a proper upbringing for me.
  
  I'm not sure what she thinks happened to me, if I actually became a Jedi or not, but I know that never happened. The order 'sensed' darkness in me as an infant, said it might be due to the other half of my parentage, or that it may be a dark future. I'm not sure what caused it, or why for that matter, but soon enough the order cast me aside. I was left to a small orphanage on the planet Garel, still in Jedi space and thus under their control, but out of the order itself. It was there that they told me who I was, they being the caretakers, as that was all I ever grew up with. I never got a chance to meet my mom, she was too busy being a Jedi and I was trapped on backwater worlds. I transferred from orphanage to orphanage, and from planet to planet. I ultimately found myself on Coruscant, which made for a nice home... more or less.
  
  Growing up I never expected to really learn much about my mom, but I had always hoped to. I've always had a strange relationship with my mother, or at least how I see her in my mind. I want to hate her for giving me over to the order, for never checking in on me, but I want to know her, to talk to her, to follow after her. I really just want a mom. I know why she did what she did, and as much as I want to hate her I can't. I do hate my father, for not being there when she needed him, for not even putting forth an effort to be in my life. If I ever find him, words will be the last thing I throw at him. Life on the move, never settling, and especially upon moving to Coruscant, I became scrappy. I knew my way around a blaster or a vibroblade, and to the exasperation of the caretakers I could hold my own in a fist fight. I even got my hands on some alcohol, bitter nasty stuff, but I've been known to drink some on occasion.
  
  Roughly a year ago I had to evacuate Coruscant, as the Sith came raining down upon the planet. They tried to take us all to relocation camps but there were just too many of us. I ended up getting lost in the fray, stuck on the planet of Onderon all on my own. I did alright there, fending for myself and all. Stealing food was pretty easy, and I even scored some armor once. I think it was meant for someone a lot bigger because... well... it was bigger. I dunno, but I resized it and it fits me okay now. Its one of the first time in my life I don't have caretakers hovering over me, making sure that I'm okay and trying to keep me happy. It's one of the first time I don't have wealthy families skimming over a group of us and pretending to like me before leaving me behind... and I'm not sure what to do. I hope now that I'm here, now that I'm on my own, I can finally find my mom and... well maybe we can stay together.
  
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Shaan Harren
Imperial Commander ◇ 29 ◇ Human Male ◇ 6'3 ◇ 213lbs

"An ally is little more than a weakness yet to be exploited."
Biography ● Personality ● Possessions ● Threads​

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History likes to whitewash most sadistic bastards as having had some tragic bullshit childhood where mommy and daddy were mean or negligent, They try to say they have these horrid emotional problems, or that they're mentally unsound and just didn't know what they were doing. I won't let them whitewash me. I had a perfectly normal childhood, had friends, nice parents, even a pet chicken. I was rich growing up, and it definitely shows. Everything I wanted, I had. Private training from a former Spec OPs commander? Yup. My own Freighter? Yup. My own set of armor? Hell Yup. When your parents are rich bankers working for the Muuns anything is possible! My best friend, and my brother and I were the best team in the old Corporate Sector.

Now you see, my brother was a more... whiney kid. He was always talking about what was fair, and what was right, and that I shouldn't have 2/3 of the payment for each job. So because I was tired of hearing all the QQ from him, and because I wanted a real fight, I attacked and murdered him. They say my best friend had to go to counseling after that, but as far as I was concerned you never heard him complain anymore! My parents were a little disturbed that I disemboweled their youngest son, and they were worried I might be lonely. So they got me another sibling, this time a sister, that was a lot more rugged than the last brother. Her name was Bambi Bambo, the Bi Barabel Butcher. She was the best Shock Boxer in.. wherever it was they got her from. We got along great! Eventually Bambi underwent gender and race reassignment surgery, and came out Randy Rando the Trans Trando Mando. He was never the same after the surgery, and though he would always be my partner, the two of us grew apart.

I bumbled along through the galaxy, killing things, stealing people, and vice versa. Eventually I wound up in the Sacred Band - and boy can I tell you that they are a bunch of savages. You can try to relabel the Brotherhood as the Empire but you can't take the brutality out of its inhabitants. The Brotherhood, and later the Empire, is where I belong. I played my time as a Brother, and later a Shock Trooper, until the purge. I rose through the ranks, one of the few experienced soldiers left, and rose to the rank of Commander.
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Shaan is not a nice person. He typically doesn't have a very numerous group of friends, as few can stand being that close to him. The friends he does have, however, he values and protects. He is the perfect soldier for the battlefield, as the atrocities of war do not phase him. He can, and will, be the monster that is needed of him - even when it isn't needed. He was completely spoiled as a kid by his rich and seldom present parents, leading to a narcissistic and psychopathic killer. He cares little for biological kin, but oddly he is attached to his adopted brother, Randy Rando, a Trans Trando Moff. Shaan was not well known within the ranks of the Sith, preferring grunt work and off world jobs. The perks of that, however, was that he didn't get caught up in the Moff Bombing. Now Shaan is moving through the ranks of the Sith, slicing his way up to greatness.











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Weapons​

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Secondary Weapons
CZ-6100
Secondary Weapons
Sunspear Heavy Pistol | TS-15 Pistol
All firearms linked have triple the given ammo clips.​

Melee Weapons
Vibroblade

Equipment
EMP (1) | MK-3 (2) | SA-38G (x1) | Thermal Detonator (x2)

Misc
Communicator | Datapad | SOS Beacon | Audio Frequency Modulator (set to neutralize supernova grenades)| Holocam | Medkit​

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Armor​

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MMCA Armor

Customized to add armor control to weapons and grenades. Added Flame throwers to the gauntlets. Added Jetpack for flight and things. Phrik gauntlets/gloves and calves. ​

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Threads​

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N/A​

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[Prudence]

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Karyn Elan
Independant ◇ 13 ◇ Human Female ◇ 5'1 ◇ 90lbs

"I don't have a mom or a dad, and not even the Jedi would take me."
Theme​

Biography

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  Biography​
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  ​
  My birth was not something that was supposed to happen. I wasn't planned, nor was I desired. My mother's name was Kira, but I only know that because they told me. I never got to know her, not that I can remember. The circumstances of my birth, or at least such as has been told back to me, and from what I've managed to glean from my research, is that I was born to a Jedi Knight. While she was in the Outer Rim on a Jedi assignment she... 'met'... my father. From what I've gathered they weren't close, nor did they really know each other well. My mother was... well she got around - or so I've heard. They tell me that my dad's name is Aren Tycho. The two of them had a short 'relationship' before my mother returned to Tython. She soon found out that she was pregnant and chose to carry the baby, but stayed out of the public eye. Few knew that she had even been pregnant, as she hid it well... no she hid me well. From what they tell me she tried to contact my dad but he was gone. Like a ghost into the winds he disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared. My mom gave me over to the Order to be trained, wanting a proper upbringing for me.
  
  I'm not sure what she thinks happened to me, if I actually became a Jedi or not, but I know that never happened. The order 'sensed' darkness in me as an infant, said it might be due to the other half of my parentage, or that it may be a dark future. I'm not sure what caused it, or why for that matter, but soon enough the order cast me aside. I was left to a small orphanage on the planet Garel, still in Jedi space and thus under their control, but out of the order itself. It was there that they told me who I was, they being the caretakers, as that was all I ever grew up with. I never got a chance to meet my mom, she was too busy being a Jedi and I was trapped on backwater worlds. I transferred from orphanage to orphanage, and from planet to planet. I ultimately found myself on Coruscant, which made for a nice home... more or less.
  
  Growing up I never expected to really learn much about my mom, but I had always hoped to. I've always had a strange relationship with my mother, or at least how I see her in my mind. I want to hate her for giving me over to the order, for never checking in on me, but I want to know her, to talk to her, to follow after her. I really just want a mom. I know why she did what she did, and as much as I want to hate her I can't. I do hate my father, for not being there when she needed him, for not even putting forth an effort to be in my life. If I ever find him, words will be the last thing I throw at him. Life on the move, never settling, and especially upon moving to Coruscant, I became scrappy. I knew my way around a blaster or a vibroblade, and to the exasperation of the caretakers I could hold my own in a fist fight. I even got my hands on some alcohol, bitter nasty stuff, but I've been known to drink some on occasion.
  
  Roughly a year ago I had to evacuate Coruscant, as the Sith came raining down upon the planet. They tried to take us all to relocation camps but there were just too many of us. I ended up getting lost in the fray, stuck on the planet of Onderon all on my own. I did alright there, fending for myself and all. Stealing food was pretty easy, and I even scored some armor once. I think it was meant for someone a lot bigger because... well... it was bigger. I dunno, but I resized it and it fits me okay now. Its one of the first time in my life I don't have caretakers hovering over me, making sure that I'm okay and trying to keep me happy. It's one of the first time I don't have wealthy families skimming over a group of us and pretending to like me before leaving me behind... and I'm not sure what to do. I hope now that I'm here, now that I'm on my own, I can finally find my mom and... well maybe we can stay together.
  
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Karyn Elan
Independant ◇ 13 ◇ Human Female ◇ 5'1 ◇ 90lbs

"I don't have a mom or a dad, and not even the Jedi would take me."
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Biography

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  Biography​
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  My birth was not something that was supposed to happen. I wasn't planned, nor was I desired. My mother's name was Kira, but I only know that because they told me. I never got to know her, not that I can remember. The circumstances of my birth, or at least such as has been told back to me, and from what I've managed to glean from my research, is that I was born to a Jedi Knight. While she was in the Outer Rim on a Jedi assignment she... 'met'... my father. From what I've gathered they weren't close, nor did they really know each other well. My mother was... well she got around - or so I've heard. They tell me that my dad's name is Aren Tycho. The two of them had a short 'relationship' before my mother returned to Tython. She soon found out that she was pregnant and chose to carry the baby, but stayed out of the public eye. Few knew that she had even been pregnant, as she hid it well... no she hid me well. From what they tell me she tried to contact my dad but he was gone. Like a ghost into the winds he disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared. My mom gave me over to the Order to be trained, wanting a proper upbringing for me.
  
  I'm not sure what she thinks happened to me, if I actually became a Jedi or not, but I know that never happened. The order 'sensed' darkness in me as an infant, said it might be due to the other half of my parentage, or that it may be a dark future. I'm not sure what caused it, or why for that matter, but soon enough the order cast me aside. I was left to a small orphanage on the planet Garel, still in Jedi space and thus under their control, but out of the order itself. It was there that they told me who I was, they being the caretakers, as that was all I ever grew up with. I never got a chance to meet my mom, she was too busy being a Jedi and I was trapped on backwater worlds. I transferred from orphanage to orphanage, and from planet to planet. I ultimately found myself on Coruscant, which made for a nice home... more or less.
  
  Growing up I never expected to really learn much about my mom, but I had always hoped to. I've always had a strange relationship with my mother, or at least how I see her in my mind. I want to hate her for giving me over to the order, for never checking in on me, but I want to know her, to talk to her, to follow after her. I really just want a mom. I know why she did what she did, and as much as I want to hate her I can't. I do hate my father, for not being there when she needed him, for not even putting forth an effort to be in my life. If I ever find him, words will be the last thing I throw at him. Life on the move, never settling, and especially upon moving to Coruscant, I became scrappy. I knew my way around a blaster or a vibroblade, and to the exasperation of the caretakers I could hold my own in a fist fight. I even got my hands on some alcohol, bitter nasty stuff, but I've been known to drink some on occasion.
  
  Roughly a year ago I had to evacuate Coruscant, as the Sith came raining down upon the planet. They tried to take us all to relocation camps but there were just too many of us. I ended up getting lost in the fray, stuck on the planet of Onderon all on my own. I did alright there, fending for myself and all. Stealing food was pretty easy, and I even scored some armor once. I think it was meant for someone a lot bigger because... well... it was bigger. I dunno, but I resized it and it fits me okay now. Its one of the first time in my life I don't have caretakers hovering over me, making sure that I'm okay and trying to keep me happy. It's one of the first time I don't have wealthy families skimming over a group of us and pretending to like me before leaving me behind... and I'm not sure what to do. I hope now that I'm here, now that I'm on my own, I can finally find my mom and... well maybe we can stay together.
  
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[Prudence]

Kara - “ agent of order "​

[fancybox4=http://imagenes.in/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/bella-thorne-wiki.jpg] Imperial Commander

Kara Genet[/fancybox4]

NAME: Kara Genet
AGE: 26
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Raxus

FACTION: Sith Empire
BRANCH: Imperial Legion
RANK: Commander

HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 125lbs
HAIR COLOR: Red
EYE COLOR: Brown

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Born to a frigid culture, devoid of compassion, Kara was destined from her first breath to become the monster that she is. A member of the lost Mandalorian House Genet, Kara became the lethal blade of the Imperial Legion—willing be the storm of chaos that ushers in an age of order.

Character Information​

Biography Personality Possessions

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  History is dictated by the victor, but the flip side of the story always festers—surviving in damp shadows and long forgotten crevices. One such abyss of forgotten tales and banished culture exists on the fertile plains of Raxus, home to the disgraced and exiled Mandalorian House Genet. The Genet put survival above all else, a trait that kept them alive alive generation after generation—despite betrayal at the hands of the other Five Mandalorian Houses. Kara's childhood was no different than that of the other Genet children she grew up with. Those who were strong and capable were forged into warriors, meant to carry on the mantle of House Genet—those who weren't fell to the wayside.
  
  Life was cold and compassionless for Kara growing up. The importance of social roles were impressed upon her from a young age, and she was taught to hold her emotions in—living life in the shadow of Sith who could feel even the slightest touch of emotion in her. Her father was a Commander in the Sacred Band, and had a political career he was pursuing, while her mother taught at the Raxus Brotherhood Academy, later the Imperial Academy. Kara was given the best education that money could afford, both academically and combat training. Her fortitude and opaque demeanor carried her through the academy with ease, and gave a good start to her military career, just as the Brotherhood found it reshaping into the Empire.
  
  She pushed herself through the ranks of the newly formed Empire however she needed to. Officers that found themselves with the chance to extend her a promotion often found themselves visited in the bedroom by Kara. Her fellow candidates who out performed, on the other hand, often found themselves suffering horrid accidents that would leave the line to promotion otherwise unimpeded for her. This wasn't to say that Kara's military career was a bland or below average one, no she outperformed most during her rise through the ranks. She became known by many within the ranks of the Legion as the Hurricane, a driving force bringing chaos where it was needed, in preparation for sweet order to sweep in and take its rightful place.
  
  At the beginning of the cold war between the Dominion and the Empire, Kara lead an Imperial raiding party on Phindar, one of the worlds that, until then, had belonged to the Empire. The Dominion had ripped it away from the Empire's embrace, and forced the world into submission in its regime—but not without resistance. Their attacks targeted supply chains and garrison construction, costing the Dominion time and resources, though eventually they halted hostilities in order to prevent all out war from beginning... just yet. In the process, however, Kara was able to retrieve some of the supplies the Mandalorians had been shipping, including a set of their brand new CCT Mk II armor. The options within the Empire for Mandalorian armor were sparse, and few held the unique and undeniable look of proper beskar'gam. Kara claimed the armor for herself, and has since kept it in shape.
  
  Her success during raids and skirmishes, and her ability to shift the blame when said success was in short supply, earned her the position of Commander within the Empire. While Kara had often worked on the outskirts of the Empire, away from the more notable names, her promotion to Commander moved her under the command of well known General Alexi Petrov, and his corps of soldiers. This was yet another strategic move in Kara's snaking military career, an all too welcome stepping stone to bring her to the political, and military limelight.
  
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  • CCT Mk II Armor
  - Function 1: Jetpack
  - Function 2: Left Wrist Hardpoint—Wrist Rocket
  - Function 3: Integrated Heads-Up Display
  - Function 4: Right Wrist Hardpoint—Flamethrower
  - Modifications: Gauntlets (including gloves) Phrik Plating, Shins Phrik Plating.​
  • Weapons
  - A-140 (x6 clips)
  - Sunspear (x3 clips)
  - Extendable Vibroblade​
  • Grenades
  - Firespray Grenade (x2)
  - Thermal Detonators (x2)
  - EMP Grenades (x2)​

 

[Prudence]

Kalan Ordo

Background Personality Possessions Relationships Roleplays

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  HOMEWORLD: Mandalore
  AFFILIATION: Mandalorian Dominion
  BRANCH: Death Watch
  RANK: Duke / Director
  
  SPECIES: Human
  GENDER: Male
  AGE: 30
  HEIGHT: 6'3
  WEIGHT: 212lbs
  
  STRENGTH:
  

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  My my is my tale a long one. I started out on Mandalore (surprise I know) like just about every other Mandalorian in this damn galaxy. Life for me didn't really deviate from that of a Mandalorian born into the Republic Aligned (read Republic Occupied) Mandalore. I did well in primary school because I'm not an idiot (seriously how do you do poorly?), and moved onto university in Sundari. Now if you're following along that probably reads something akin to 'Kalan was a city dwelling Republic sympathizing nerd' to which I reply go space yourself. I was given a proper Mandalorian upbringing, the cornerstone of which firmly could be paraphrased as "**** the Republic." You've probably got this pretty picture in your head of how the galaxy works. The Republic is the shining knight that the Sith try so hard to tear down. The Jedi are everything peaceful and good in the galaxy, and finally Mandalorians are kessing savage warriors that teach their kids to fight and kill before they're even teenagers. I won't even comment on the Republic or the Jedi, but when it comes to the Mandalorians... you aren't entirely wrong. While not savages, we are the best warriors that you will ever find. That dumbass idea that 'Mandalorians are ragtag' was popularized by a xenophobe (read anti-Mandalorian) Xenologist by the name of K. Traviss. In a time where Mandalorians had recently just disowned one of their own Houses (House Genet), and no longer had a true standing army, Traviss popularized this idea that Mandalorians were these brute barbarian warriors, incapable of working together - and it stuck.
  
  Anyways, that was a bit of a deviation from my story. As I was given a proper upbringing I was taught to fight and kill from a young age, and just because I had begun at university that didn't mean that my training was over, or even paused. How can we best overthrow the Republic and regain our name but by showing them that we are superior? Not only was I determined to become one of the most successful scientists in the galaxy, but also one of the most lethal soldiers as well. When I was done with University I went on, meaning to get a graduate degree. I was planning something in engineering, or perhaps physics, though that never happened. Ordo being a smaller house it is very tight knit, and my Housemates and I were all under agreement that Mandalore needed to become free sooner or later, as were most of the other Houses,though Skirata approved the 'alignment'. It seemed like all our dreams were coming true when the Chosen, bunch of soldiers of fortune that they were, imploded and from the remains came Death Watch. It was like old times all over again.
  
  When it all started happening I was halfway through school, but I uprooted my life in order to become one of Kyramud's commandos. I never got to know the Mand'alor, but I did serve alongside him in one Mandalorian operation. Funny enough its the operation that I can never associate with or claim. When it became clear that Rhone wouldn't relent his hold over Mandalore, and that nothing else could be done, I swallowed the pill. I put on the false flag and I walked beside Kyramud, Deece, and the others as we massacred the Keldabe spaceport. The ride back to the Fortress was completely silent, none of us proud of what we'd just done. As soon as we were back I puked my last meal out, and for the next few weeks I couldn't find a moment of sleep, but I am a Mandalorian. I do whatever is required to bring independence and strength to the Mandalorian people, and our efforts paid off. It was later that year that Death Watch moved on Mandalore and her neighbor worlds, and soon they came under our flag.
  
  Like a dream come true as soon as the capital fell to the Mand'alor, so too did the rest of the sector and the Dominion was born. I joined the rest of the members of Death Watch that ultimately filed into the Dominion's ranks. All of our old actions were disavowed, but there was still a place for those of us that broke the Republic's chains under the Dominion's flag. I served on Coruscant as part of the Mand'alor's personal guard when he went planetside, and it was there that I witnessed history being made. As it had always been spoken of in legend, a challenger came forth and took the mantle of Mand'alor for herself. Though it was something I had always read about, witnessing the act brought me mixed feelings. The things I saw on Coruscant still haunt me. The Civilians falling under trampling Sith boots, the glimmering towers of Coruscant's skyline crumbling, and the large-scale loss of life. I was trained from a young age how to set aside the atrocities I would see in war aside to complete the mission, and those skills were further instilled during Death Watch, but I'm no machine and I still see the smoking skies when I try to sleep.
  
  Over the course of the five years after the Dominion took rise, and the Republic fell, I was on the front lines. I fought Sith and Jedi alike in skirmishes, leading to the half a decade of cold war that we suffered from. In that time I seized control of House Ordo, and I now stand as it's Duke.
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  TROPES:
  __♦ Lawful Evil
  

  His entire life, Kalan has teetered on the thin blade between duty and honor. He is constantly at conflict between following orders, and following his ever eroding moralcompass. Early in his military career this was a difficult conflict for Kalan, leaving him torn apart on the inside from each of his actions. As he set aside his conscience more and more to complete the morally objectionable missions that were required of him, more and more of him was torn away. Where his sensibilities and human qualities had once been, pragmatism and cold resigned calculation remain now.
  
  Kalan still longs for happiness, to find someone that cares for him, and to settle a family. However, the growing war on the horizon has left him pessimistic about ever finding a life outside of his duty. The defining feature of Kalan's personality is the ability to press on, seemingly effortlessly, as life beats down on him, and war tears his soul apart.
  
  
  
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  Primary Weapons
  

  
  A-140 - In a chest harness
  ​

  Secondary Weapons
  

  
  Sunspear Heavy Pistol | TS-15
  ​

  All weapons triple the given ammo clips.
  
  Melee Weapons
  

  
  Extendable Vibroblade
  Malak Maldor's Lightsaber
  Vrist's Lightsaber
  Calmax's Lightsaber
  Asher Khor's Lightsabers (2x)
  ​

  
  Equipment
  

  
  EMP (4) | MK-3 (4) |Thermal Detonator (x4)
  ​

  
  Misc
  

  
  Communicator | Datapad | SOS Beacon | Holocam | Medkit
  ​

  
  
  CCT MK II Armor
  Functions:
  

  
  1) Jetpack
  2) Left Hardpoint Rocket Launcher(3x)
  3) HUD
  4) Right Hardpoint Flamethrower
  ​

  In addition, the gauntlets (including gloves) and the shins have been reinforced with phrik, as to defend against a single hit from a lightsaber.
  
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  Lanna Singh - @Zenya - Romantic
  
  In the weeks immediately following the formation of Dominion, while Kalan a SuperCommando, Kalan met young Jedi Padawan Lanna Singh. The two worked together on the planet of Umbara to end Sith advances in the system. Despite Kalan's distaste for Force Sensitives Kalan assisted the group at the behest of Vesper Almec - a known associate of one of the Jedi. After the operation Kalan once again worked with Singh on Tatooine to hunt down a major spice ring on the Mandalorian Planet. The two developed an antagonistic relationship in the beginning, but then formed a friendship by the end of the mission.
  
  Years later, Kalan tracked Lanna to a hotel in Ord Mantell. While there the two shared a drink in the bar of the hotel before returning to Singh's room to continue their conversation. - Ongoing
  
  
  Kills:
  Malek Maldor
  Sarisa Sannin
  Vrist'iluok'bricors
  Asher Khor
  Calmax Zokar
  
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  Spirits in the Dark ▬ Complete ▬ Pre-Skip
  The Long Fall ▬ Unfinished ▬ Pre-Skip
  Crystal Thieves ▬ Ruled Ending ▬ Pre-Skip
  March of the Pigs ▬ Complete ▬ Pre-Skip
  Remembrance ▬ Ongoing
  Way Down We Go ▬ Ongoing
  Chapter 1: Gathering of the Clans ▬ Ongoing
  The Snake in the Skull ▬ Ongoing
  Mandalore Indomitus ▬ Complete
  You've got a Friend in Me ▬ Complete
  You Belong With Me ▬ Complete
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Prudence]

Kara Genet

Background Personality Possessions Relationships Roleplays

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  HOMEWORLD: Raxus
  AFFILIATION: Sith Empire
  BRANCH: Imperial Legion
  RANK: Commander
  
  SPECIES: Human
  GENDER: Female
  AGE: 24
  HEIGHT: 5'8"
  WEIGHT: 125lbs
  
  STRENGTH:
  

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  STAMINA:
  

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  CONSTITUTION:
  

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  INTELLIGENCE:
  

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  WISDOM:
  

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  CHARISMA:
  

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  My my is my tale a long one. I started out on Mandalore (surprise I know) like just about every other Mandalorian in this damn galaxy. Life for me didn't really deviate from that of a Mandalorian born into the Republic Aligned (read Republic Occupied) Mandalore. I did well in primary school because I'm not an idiot (seriously how do you do poorly?), and moved onto university in Sundari. Now if you're following along that probably reads something akin to 'Kalan was a city dwelling Republic sympathizing nerd' to which I reply go space yourself. I was given a proper Mandalorian upbringing, the cornerstone of which firmly could be paraphrased as "**** the Republic." You've probably got this pretty picture in your head of how the galaxy works. The Republic is the shining knight that the Sith try so hard to tear down. The Jedi are everything peaceful and good in the galaxy, and finally Mandalorians are kessing savage warriors that teach their kids to fight and kill before they're even teenagers. I won't even comment on the Republic or the Jedi, but when it comes to the Mandalorians... you aren't entirely wrong. While not savages, we are the best warriors that you will ever find. That dumbass idea that 'Mandalorians are ragtag' was popularized by a xenophobe (read anti-Mandalorian) Xenologist by the name of K. Traviss. In a time where Mandalorians had recently just disowned one of their own Houses (House Genet), and no longer had a true standing army, Traviss popularized this idea that Mandalorians were these brute barbarian warriors, incapable of working together - and it stuck.
  
  Anyways, that was a bit of a deviation from my story. As I was given a proper upbringing I was taught to fight and kill from a young age, and just because I had begun at university that didn't mean that my training was over, or even paused. How can we best overthrow the Republic and regain our name but by showing them that we are superior? Not only was I determined to become one of the most successful scientists in the galaxy, but also one of the most lethal soldiers as well. When I was done with University I went on, meaning to get a graduate degree. I was planning something in engineering, or perhaps physics, though that never happened. Ordo being a smaller house it is very tight knit, and my Housemates and I were all under agreement that Mandalore needed to become free sooner or later, as were most of the other Houses,though Skirata approved the 'alignment'. It seemed like all our dreams were coming true when the Chosen, bunch of soldiers of fortune that they were, imploded and from the remains came Death Watch. It was like old times all over again.
  
  When it all started happening I was halfway through school, but I uprooted my life in order to become one of Kyramud's commandos. I never got to know the Mand'alor, but I did serve alongside him in one Mandalorian operation. Funny enough its the operation that I can never associate with or claim. When it became clear that Rhone wouldn't relent his hold over Mandalore, and that nothing else could be done, I swallowed the pill. I put on the false flag and I walked beside Kyramud, Deece, and the others as we massacred the Keldabe spaceport. The ride back to the Fortress was completely silent, none of us proud of what we'd just done. As soon as we were back I puked my last meal out, and for the next few weeks I couldn't find a moment of sleep, but I am a Mandalorian. I do whatever is required to bring independence and strength to the Mandalorian people, and our efforts paid off. It was later that year that Death Watch moved on Mandalore and her neighbor worlds, and soon they came under our flag.
  
  Like a dream come true as soon as the capital fell to the Mand'alor, so too did the rest of the sector and the Dominion was born. I joined the rest of the members of Death Watch that ultimately filed into the Dominion's ranks. All of our old actions were disavowed, but there was still a place for those of us that broke the Republic's chains under the Dominion's flag. I served on Coruscant as part of the Mand'alor's personal guard when he went planetside, and it was there that I witnessed history being made. As it had always been spoken of in legend, a challenger came forth and took the mantle of Mand'alor for herself. Though it was something I had always read about, witnessing the act brought me mixed feelings. The things I saw on Coruscant still haunt me. The Civilians falling under trampling Sith boots, the glimmering towers of Coruscant's skyline crumbling, and the large-scale loss of life. I was trained from a young age how to set aside the atrocities I would see in war aside to complete the mission, and those skills were further instilled during Death Watch, but I'm no machine and I still see the smoking skies when I try to sleep.
  
  Over the course of the five years after the Dominion took rise, and the Republic fell, I was on the front lines. I fought Sith and Jedi alike in skirmishes, leading to the half a decade of cold war that we suffered from. In that time I seized control of House Ordo, and I now stand as it's Duke.
• 

  
  
  TROPES:
  __♦ Lawful Evil
  

  His entire life, Kalan has teetered on the thin blade between duty and honor. He is constantly at conflict between following orders, and following his ever eroding moralcompass. Early in his military career this was a difficult conflict for Kalan, leaving him torn apart on the inside from each of his actions. As he set aside his conscience more and more to complete the morally objectionable missions that were required of him, more and more of him was torn away. Where his sensibilities and human qualities had once been, pragmatism and cold resigned calculation remain now.
  
  Kalan still longs for happiness, to find someone that cares for him, and to settle a family. However, the growing war on the horizon has left him pessimistic about ever finding a life outside of his duty. The defining feature of Kalan's personality is the ability to press on, seemingly effortlessly, as life beats down on him, and war tears his soul apart.
  
  
  
• 

  
  Primary Weapons
  

  
  A-140 - In a chest harness
  ​

  Secondary Weapons
  

  
  Sunspear Heavy Pistol | TS-15
  ​

  All weapons triple the given ammo clips.
  
  Melee Weapons
  

  
  Extendable Vibroblade
  Malak Maldor's Lightsaber
  Vrist's Lightsaber
  Calmax's Lightsaber
  Asher Khor's Lightsabers (2x)
  ​

  
  Equipment
  

  
  EMP (4) | MK-3 (4) |Thermal Detonator (x4)
  ​

  
  Misc
  

  
  Communicator | Datapad | SOS Beacon | Holocam | Medkit
  ​

  
  
  CCT MK II Armor
  Functions:
  

  
  1) Jetpack
  2) Left Hardpoint Rocket Launcher(3x)
  3) HUD
  4) Right Hardpoint Flamethrower
  ​

  In addition, the gauntlets (including gloves) and the shins have been reinforced with phrik, as to defend against a single hit from a lightsaber.
  
• 

  Lanna Singh - @Zenya - Romantic
  
  In the weeks immediately following the formation of Dominion, while Kalan a SuperCommando, Kalan met young Jedi Padawan Lanna Singh. The two worked together on the planet of Umbara to end Sith advances in the system. Despite Kalan's distaste for Force Sensitives Kalan assisted the group at the behest of Vesper Almec - a known associate of one of the Jedi. After the operation Kalan once again worked with Singh on Tatooine to hunt down a major spice ring on the Mandalorian Planet. The two developed an antagonistic relationship in the beginning, but then formed a friendship by the end of the mission.
  
  Years later, Kalan tracked Lanna to a hotel in Ord Mantell. While there the two shared a drink in the bar of the hotel before returning to Singh's room to continue their conversation. - Ongoing
  
  
  Kills:
  Malek Maldor
  Sarisa Sannin
  Vrist'iluok'bricors
  Asher Khor
  Calmax Zokar
  
• 

  
  Spirits in the Dark ▬ Complete ▬ Pre-Skip
  The Long Fall ▬ Unfinished ▬ Pre-Skip
  Crystal Thieves ▬ Ruled Ending ▬ Pre-Skip
  March of the Pigs ▬ Complete ▬ Pre-Skip
  Remembrance ▬ Ongoing
  Way Down We Go ▬ Ongoing
  Chapter 1: Gathering of the Clans ▬ Ongoing
  The Snake in the Skull ▬ Ongoing
  Mandalore Indomitus ▬ Complete
  You've got a Friend in Me ▬ Complete
  You Belong With Me ▬ Complete