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This template is from One For Sorrow! Go to him for a good template like this one!
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Alice Necrist
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Wandering Soul
LEVEL: 1
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Female
AGE: 25
HEIGHT: 177.8 cm (5'10")
WEIGHT: 58.9 kg (130 lbs.)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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FACTION: Independent
RANK: Wandering Soul
LEVEL: 1
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Female
AGE: 25
HEIGHT: 177.8 cm (5'10")
WEIGHT: 58.9 kg (130 lbs.)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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Born to an unknown family on Rhen Var, Alice grew up in a large ruin that her parents seemed to have taken residence in. The family was in hiding, scared of what might happen to them if they remained out in the open of the Galaxy. They were a Jedi and Exile, two who had fled from both sides in an attempt to live their lives together.
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A quiet and more reserved girl, she speaks only when it feels necessary for her to do, and when she does her words are often a mix of riddles or soft, almost tired sounding sentences. She can quite bored of things easily, often tiring out of things yet not stating that she's outgrown them. Alice comes off as a bit mysterious and dark at times, though she doesn't seem to have a preference for the light and the dark side of the Force. Due to her past experiences, she knows the burdens of emotions yet the strength from using some emotions to your advantage.
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Alice is a girl who tends to often slip into the shadows, and as such she often finds herself wearing darker colors to blend in with the darkness. Her black, straight hair rests just beyond her shoulders, haphazardly cut by the woman herself. Her mouth and nose are quite small and petite, though the main feature of her face is a pair of striking violent eyes.
Her body seems to possess no blemishes or scarring, and the woman is quite doll-like in her appearance. This is due to her use of the Force on her own body, resulting in a sort of ever-lasting beauty. This beauty however can change when Alice is channeling different parts of the Force, though the effects are only temporary due to the girl's balance of both the light and the dark side of the force.
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WIP Planet:
NAME: Avara Prime
COORDINATES: K-2
CLIMATE: Arctic
TERRAIN: Open Terrain, Ravines, Caverns
ROTATION: 35 Hours
ORBITAL PERIOD: 543 Days
INHABITANTS: No
RESOURCES: Prominent presence of crystallized silicon and carbon on the planet.
GOVERNMENT: None
SATELLITES: Two Moons (Devara and K'vara)
FLORA: None
FAUNA: None
CLASS: Terrestrial
ATMOSPHERE: Breathable
Situated at the top part of the Galactic North, Avara Prime is a lone pure white world untouched by the galaxy. While the planet looks like a frigid arctic world upon first viewing, one will find that there is seemingly no snow or any other sort of weather on the planet. Most of Avara Prime's terrain is quite flat, save for a series of large cracks and other things that form large ravines and underground caverns beneath the planet's surface. The real interesting part of Avara Prime is the remnants of what looks like an ancient civilization.
Large pure white cities can be seen dotting the landscape of Avara Prime, though the structure of these places is quite strange. The buildings in the city appear to be quite stylistic at times, though portions of them form strange shapes as if they were distorted. The cities themselves however contain great detail, and they are made of the same composition of the planet; crystallized carbon and silicon. Though most forms of crystallized carbon or crystallized silicon seem to differ greatly from the types on Avaraprime.
The pure white of the planet can be quite harsh on the eyes, though eventually one can get used to the bright pure white, especially when one travels to the underground.
The underground caverns and ravines of Avara Prime are a strange sight to behold. They maintain the pure white nature of the planet's surface, however there are large structures and cities that span throughout the underground area. These places seem to be even more distorted, with parts of the ruins having crumbled off and with strange creations that seem to make their way down from the ceilings of these caverns.
Inside of these structures however, appears to be an actual interior made out of the same materials as the rest of the planet. They seem almost cathedral like, and sometimes one can stumble across a structure than contains small furniture with the same pure white material.
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The presence of artifacts from the force found within the ruins of the underground caverns. These items are found within more cathedral like buildings, and they seem to exhibit properties of both the light and dark side of the Force. This presence of artifacts seems to cement the fact that Avara Prime is a planet that is very well connected to the Force.
NAME: Avara Prime
COORDINATES: K-2
CLIMATE: Arctic
TERRAIN: Open Terrain, Ravines, Caverns
ROTATION: 35 Hours
ORBITAL PERIOD: 543 Days
INHABITANTS: No
RESOURCES: Prominent presence of crystallized silicon and carbon on the planet.
GOVERNMENT: None
SATELLITES: Two Moons (Devara and K'vara)
FLORA: None
FAUNA: None
CLASS: Terrestrial
ATMOSPHERE: Breathable
Avara Prime
Description
Situated at the top part of the Galactic North, Avara Prime is a lone pure white world untouched by the galaxy. While the planet looks like a frigid arctic world upon first viewing, one will find that there is seemingly no snow or any other sort of weather on the planet. Most of Avara Prime's terrain is quite flat, save for a series of large cracks and other things that form large ravines and underground caverns beneath the planet's surface. The real interesting part of Avara Prime is the remnants of what looks like an ancient civilization.
Large pure white cities can be seen dotting the landscape of Avara Prime, though the structure of these places is quite strange. The buildings in the city appear to be quite stylistic at times, though portions of them form strange shapes as if they were distorted. The cities themselves however contain great detail, and they are made of the same composition of the planet; crystallized carbon and silicon. Though most forms of crystallized carbon or crystallized silicon seem to differ greatly from the types on Avaraprime.
The pure white of the planet can be quite harsh on the eyes, though eventually one can get used to the bright pure white, especially when one travels to the underground.
The underground caverns and ravines of Avara Prime are a strange sight to behold. They maintain the pure white nature of the planet's surface, however there are large structures and cities that span throughout the underground area. These places seem to be even more distorted, with parts of the ruins having crumbled off and with strange creations that seem to make their way down from the ceilings of these caverns.
Inside of these structures however, appears to be an actual interior made out of the same materials as the rest of the planet. They seem almost cathedral like, and sometimes one can stumble across a structure than contains small furniture with the same pure white material.
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The presence of artifacts from the force found within the ruins of the underground caverns. These items are found within more cathedral like buildings, and they seem to exhibit properties of both the light and dark side of the Force. This presence of artifacts seems to cement the fact that Avara Prime is a planet that is very well connected to the Force.
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This WIP is being reformed into a serial killer!
NAME: Axel Kraus
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 190 cm
WEIGHT: 75 kg
GENDER: Male
FORCE: No
VOICE: Andrew Bowen
THEME:
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Just Your Neighborhood Serial Killer
HOMEWORLD: Coruscant
"The more fear in something... The sweeter it tastes."
In the beginning, there was nothing. An empty boy who roamed the halls of school with not a single care or feeling for anything around him. He was always alone, whether at home, at school, or even out on the streets. A latchkey kid with a father who was always too busy at work or out drinking with friends. For days, the boy would look in the mirror, and all he could see was the emptiness in his own eyes.
So he tried to be like the others.
Each day, he practiced the same smiles he saw on other children, but he could never quite get them right. Whenever he smiled, all he got was the strange stares of the other school children. No matter what he tried, he could never quite get that smile right.
But there was one person who smiled back, and when the boy saw the girl's face, he felt like he had finally been excepted by someone. So the boy smiled back at the girl, and all she did was laugh with that naive childhood innocence of hers.
She was like an angel, and unlike the others, the girl continued to play with the boy.
That was when Axel had first met Melissa, the angel of his life. The one woman who no matter what could bring out even the slightest bit of emotion. A woman who's image he painted on the wall with the blood that stained his hands. Even if he was an empty child, she stayed right by his side.
As time went by though, Axel just felt the emptiness grow inside of him, yet all he could do was stay silent. He knew his father would never understand, the teachers never cared for him, and he didn't wish to burden his friend with such problems. So he continued to stay silent, until finally that emptiness began to eat away at his heart.
So the boy wandered throughout the lower levels of Coruscant, and eventually he stumbled on a small weak rat in an alleyway. The poor thing could barely move, and it was already as good as dead from the damage done to it. So Axel walked over, and he grabbed a nearby brick, and he decided to end the creature's suffering. He had heard about it in the movies, so he thought it was the only right thing to do.
But with each smashing motion, Axel felt the emptiness inside of himself disappear one by one. And when he looked down at his blood stained hands, he felt his body shudder as a sinister smile formed on his lips. For the first time in his life, something other than Melissa had given him joy, and the rush was amazing.
Life continued on, and Axel found himself longing for that same rush. He tried to kill the same gutter rats, but the rush from them was never enough. The teenager longed for something more. So finally, he decided to move onto something bigger, and his psyche could only agree with his choice. So the boy took back to the streets, and lying in an alleyway far from any peering eyes was the passed out figure of a spice junkie.
In his mind, he tried to justify the action. It was just a spice junkie, no one would miss them. The words repeated in the boy's mind as he gripped the knife, and with a steady hand, he dived straight forward and plunged deep into the man's side.
The rush was even greater than before, the screams of the junkie like music the boy's ears. The blood splatters on his clothes and body excited him, and out of curiosity the boy brought his fingers to his mouth, and he tasted the red liquid that stained his hands.
It was sweet, and the boy's stomach rumbled as he licked off more and more of the blood. Standing up, the boy looked down at the body before him, and back at the knife he was clutching. No one would miss a junkie, and the rats would get to his corpse soon enough. So with a smile, the boy took off down the alley and back towards his home, staying in the shadows and hiding the knife deep in his shirt.
The murders continued, unsuspecting junkies and bums the targets. The police never seemed to care, the disappearances and other things were all to common on the lower levels, and no one seemed to care about anything below the surface. With each murder, the boy tasted more and more of the blood, until finally he just couldn't help himself. On the floor was a dead girl overdosed on spice, and Axel knew that it was the perfect target. So with his knife in hand, all he could do was reach forward and cut himself a nice helping.
And when he brought the raw flesh to his lips, he felt the sweet blood and meat wrap around his tongue. It was like a luxurious meal only the rich could afford, and Axel couldn't get enough of it. Moving the body over towards a sewer grate, Axel would dispose of the corpse before hiding his knife and returning back home.
But on the way a thought occured to him, and it was a thought that was just as disturbing as the act he had just committed.
Perhaps Melissa tasted just as sweet as that woman.
At that moment, Axel began to think about his desires for Melissa, and his love for the woman. She was an angel to him, someone he wanted to be with forever. The first person in his life to make him feel like he was actually someone. A girl like her just had to taste sweet, and perhaps even devouring her would mean that she would be with him forever.
So with that same grin, Axel decided on his plan. Once he was ready for his final supper, he'd make sure that Melissa was in attendance, and she would be the main course. Locked away in a soundproof room just for him to enjoy.
They'd be together forever.
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Axel is a man who comes off as quite trustworthy and charismatic, and he can be quite brave at times, often coming to someone's side to support them. The human is quite a smart man, and he has a nice combination of both street smarts and book smarts. However, most of this is just a facade that hides the psychopath that truly is Axel Kraus.
Despite the act he puts on, Axel feels relatively no emotions, and the only time he ever feels truly alive is when he kills and cooks his special meals or when he is with his childhood friend and crush. The man can be quite cruel and unforgiving at times, and he enjoys to mess with his victims before he kills them due to a statement he holds dear to his heart. As such, Axel loves to instill fear in his victims before preparing them for dinner, and he finds that the saying does hold true.
When it comes to choosing his victims, Axel goes for the usual street trash and prostitutes of the lower levels of Coruscant, mostly because he knows that the police don't seem to care about the lower levels and many don't even care to notice the disappearances. The man cares little about age or whoever the person is, just as long as he believes they can satisfy his hunger for both blood and flesh.
However, Axel yearns for only one thing, and that is to take the life of his childhood friend, Melissa. He will do whatever he can to obtain this goal, and he thinks quite lovingly of the woman, feeling as though she was an angel from the heavens who came down to bless his life. He longs to be with Maria forever, and he believes that eating her body will mean that she will always be a part of him no matter what.
To be filled up when he meets more people.
Do this shit.
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NAME: Axel Kraus
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 190 cm
WEIGHT: 75 kg
GENDER: Male
FORCE: No
VOICE: Andrew Bowen
THEME:
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Just Your Neighborhood Serial Killer
HOMEWORLD: Coruscant
Axel Kraus
BIOGRAPHY
"The more fear in something... The sweeter it tastes."
In the beginning, there was nothing. An empty boy who roamed the halls of school with not a single care or feeling for anything around him. He was always alone, whether at home, at school, or even out on the streets. A latchkey kid with a father who was always too busy at work or out drinking with friends. For days, the boy would look in the mirror, and all he could see was the emptiness in his own eyes.
So he tried to be like the others.
Each day, he practiced the same smiles he saw on other children, but he could never quite get them right. Whenever he smiled, all he got was the strange stares of the other school children. No matter what he tried, he could never quite get that smile right.
But there was one person who smiled back, and when the boy saw the girl's face, he felt like he had finally been excepted by someone. So the boy smiled back at the girl, and all she did was laugh with that naive childhood innocence of hers.
She was like an angel, and unlike the others, the girl continued to play with the boy.
That was when Axel had first met Melissa, the angel of his life. The one woman who no matter what could bring out even the slightest bit of emotion. A woman who's image he painted on the wall with the blood that stained his hands. Even if he was an empty child, she stayed right by his side.
As time went by though, Axel just felt the emptiness grow inside of him, yet all he could do was stay silent. He knew his father would never understand, the teachers never cared for him, and he didn't wish to burden his friend with such problems. So he continued to stay silent, until finally that emptiness began to eat away at his heart.
So the boy wandered throughout the lower levels of Coruscant, and eventually he stumbled on a small weak rat in an alleyway. The poor thing could barely move, and it was already as good as dead from the damage done to it. So Axel walked over, and he grabbed a nearby brick, and he decided to end the creature's suffering. He had heard about it in the movies, so he thought it was the only right thing to do.
But with each smashing motion, Axel felt the emptiness inside of himself disappear one by one. And when he looked down at his blood stained hands, he felt his body shudder as a sinister smile formed on his lips. For the first time in his life, something other than Melissa had given him joy, and the rush was amazing.
Life continued on, and Axel found himself longing for that same rush. He tried to kill the same gutter rats, but the rush from them was never enough. The teenager longed for something more. So finally, he decided to move onto something bigger, and his psyche could only agree with his choice. So the boy took back to the streets, and lying in an alleyway far from any peering eyes was the passed out figure of a spice junkie.
In his mind, he tried to justify the action. It was just a spice junkie, no one would miss them. The words repeated in the boy's mind as he gripped the knife, and with a steady hand, he dived straight forward and plunged deep into the man's side.
The rush was even greater than before, the screams of the junkie like music the boy's ears. The blood splatters on his clothes and body excited him, and out of curiosity the boy brought his fingers to his mouth, and he tasted the red liquid that stained his hands.
It was sweet, and the boy's stomach rumbled as he licked off more and more of the blood. Standing up, the boy looked down at the body before him, and back at the knife he was clutching. No one would miss a junkie, and the rats would get to his corpse soon enough. So with a smile, the boy took off down the alley and back towards his home, staying in the shadows and hiding the knife deep in his shirt.
The murders continued, unsuspecting junkies and bums the targets. The police never seemed to care, the disappearances and other things were all to common on the lower levels, and no one seemed to care about anything below the surface. With each murder, the boy tasted more and more of the blood, until finally he just couldn't help himself. On the floor was a dead girl overdosed on spice, and Axel knew that it was the perfect target. So with his knife in hand, all he could do was reach forward and cut himself a nice helping.
And when he brought the raw flesh to his lips, he felt the sweet blood and meat wrap around his tongue. It was like a luxurious meal only the rich could afford, and Axel couldn't get enough of it. Moving the body over towards a sewer grate, Axel would dispose of the corpse before hiding his knife and returning back home.
But on the way a thought occured to him, and it was a thought that was just as disturbing as the act he had just committed.
Perhaps Melissa tasted just as sweet as that woman.
At that moment, Axel began to think about his desires for Melissa, and his love for the woman. She was an angel to him, someone he wanted to be with forever. The first person in his life to make him feel like he was actually someone. A girl like her just had to taste sweet, and perhaps even devouring her would mean that she would be with him forever.
So with that same grin, Axel decided on his plan. Once he was ready for his final supper, he'd make sure that Melissa was in attendance, and she would be the main course. Locked away in a soundproof room just for him to enjoy.
They'd be together forever.
PERSONALITY
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Tracking:
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Melee:
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Despite the act he puts on, Axel feels relatively no emotions, and the only time he ever feels truly alive is when he kills and cooks his special meals or when he is with his childhood friend and crush. The man can be quite cruel and unforgiving at times, and he enjoys to mess with his victims before he kills them due to a statement he holds dear to his heart. As such, Axel loves to instill fear in his victims before preparing them for dinner, and he finds that the saying does hold true.
When it comes to choosing his victims, Axel goes for the usual street trash and prostitutes of the lower levels of Coruscant, mostly because he knows that the police don't seem to care about the lower levels and many don't even care to notice the disappearances. The man cares little about age or whoever the person is, just as long as he believes they can satisfy his hunger for both blood and flesh.
However, Axel yearns for only one thing, and that is to take the life of his childhood friend, Melissa. He will do whatever he can to obtain this goal, and he thinks quite lovingly of the woman, feeling as though she was an angel from the heavens who came down to bless his life. He longs to be with Maria forever, and he believes that eating her body will mean that she will always be a part of him no matter what.
RELATIONSHIPS
To be filled up when he meets more people.
GEAR
Do this shit.
THREADS
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Alask Vrein's Combat Armor
Despite the fact Alask had never worn armor in his life, the time came when he knew sooner or later he would have to suit up to protect himself and those he loved. With his lover Christopher and his friends by his side, Alask got to work at scrapping together a few materials and making himself a nice set of custom armor in the event he ever needed to do more than just a simple showdown. The main armor consists of a pair of dark pants and a long sleeved shirt covered by durasteel armor pieces, a helmet that covers both Alask's head and his lekku, and with a nice fancy cloak Alask bought on discount at the thrift store! Still able to maintain his normal movement speed, Alask is ready to use his armor to take on whatever the galaxy throws at him.
Function 1: Grapple Line
LEGALITY
Legal. This armor doesn't really contain any illegal functions, and the police aren't gonna throw a fit about a guy in a helmet with a cloak.
INTENT
To create a custom set of armor tailored to Alask for use in PvP and to provide him with his first set of actual armor!
ADVANCED TECH
No, this armor contains nothing that makes it advanced tech.
Type and Coverage
Type: Medium Armor.
Coverage:
Type: Medium Armor.
Coverage:
- Head: Fully enclosed helmet made of durasteel with a transparisteel visor. This helmet also has an armored piece for Alask's lekku, though he cannot move his lekku with this helmet on.
- Torso: Durasteel breastplate underneath his cloak.
- Back: Durasteel back plate underneath his cloak.
- Right Arm: Durasteel shoulder plate and bracer
- Left Arm: Durasteel shoulder plate and bracer
- Legs: Durasteel thigh plate and knee plates
Functions
Function 1: Grapple Line
- Grapple lines are capable of supporting the weight of 1-2 people and can launch up to ranges typically up to 15 meters away. Once no longer in use, they are detached from the launcher and left behind. While hand-held grapple guns are capable of auto-winching, armor or wrist mounted devices lack this ability. Grapple lines must be manually activated and controlled by a button or switch.
- The big, mean cousin of the standard concealed blade, these twin, 25-30 centimeter, cortosis-alloy gauntlet blades are designed for combat. They are durable enough to take the shock of an impact and their jagged design is perfect for causing damage to soft targets. The blades are so large, however, that they can no longer be concealed, being clearly visible even when collapsed into the gauntlet for storage.
- Computer spikes are used to forcibly decrypt or unlock computer terminals. Most civilian systems can be cracked in one posting round, while most military or hardened systems take two or more.
- Scout HUD - Contains a 4x magnifier and Compass.
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Alask's WIP daughter.
Natari Straton
AGE
Natari Straton
AGE
► 14
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 1.6 Meters
WEIGHT ► 46.6 kg
EYE COLOR ► Green
HAIR COLOR ► Brown
HOMEWORLD ► Nar Shaddaa
GENDER ► Female
FACTION► Independent
ROLE► Orphan
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
From her earliest memories, Natari was a child who had to fight just to survive. When she was only three years old, her mother left her father for a wealthy business man in the core, leaving Natari in the care of her father, a man who wasted most of their credits on cheap whores and liquor. Most days, Natari would simply be left to her own devices as her father brought in a new girl to their home, and the door to his bedroom would always be locked.
Due to that, Natari was forced to take care of herself from a very young age, and she became known as a 'latchkey kid.' But even if she could take care of herself, it didn't help lessen the fact that things were getting worse at home. It seemed that Natari's father had finally wasted the last of their cash, and with the rent overdue the landlord finally decided to kick them out of the apartment they were living in.
Without a place to stay, Natari realized fully well that she was on her own, so when her father began to break out into a fit of anger, all she could do was run and never look back. She had enough of her father. So she kept running, until eventually she reached the spaceport. At that moment, she could only think of one thing.
To leave the shit hole of a planet she was born on.
So trying her best to sneak by the guards, Natari managed to stumble upon a transport heading towards the core. Taking in a deep breath, the girl made her way into the cargo hold, stowing away behind a few large crates that were gathering dust in the back. Burying her face in her knees, the girl didn't even bother to notice the ship's engines beginning to roar.
Days had passed, and when Natari awoke, she found two angry looking cargo hands staring at her and grabbing her by the arms. No matter how hard she struggled, they wouldn't let go, not until they reached the exit of the ship. With all their strength they threw the girl towards the hangar floor, closing the entrance to the cargo hold. She was on her own yet again, and this time on a planet she didn't even know.
Wandering throughout the spaceport, Natari finally found the location of where she was. Corulag, a world that was like the rip off Coruscant. But there was one thing familiar here to her, and that was the streets. So even if she was in an unknown territory, at least she had the comfort of the streets.
So as the months went by, Natari found herself growing more and more accustomed to the streets. She'd struggled to survive for so long, and she wasn't about to stop now. But every now and then, she had her hopes, and some days she yearned for a normal family.
Perhaps someday someone would make those dreams come true.
Due to that, Natari was forced to take care of herself from a very young age, and she became known as a 'latchkey kid.' But even if she could take care of herself, it didn't help lessen the fact that things were getting worse at home. It seemed that Natari's father had finally wasted the last of their cash, and with the rent overdue the landlord finally decided to kick them out of the apartment they were living in.
Without a place to stay, Natari realized fully well that she was on her own, so when her father began to break out into a fit of anger, all she could do was run and never look back. She had enough of her father. So she kept running, until eventually she reached the spaceport. At that moment, she could only think of one thing.
To leave the shit hole of a planet she was born on.
So trying her best to sneak by the guards, Natari managed to stumble upon a transport heading towards the core. Taking in a deep breath, the girl made her way into the cargo hold, stowing away behind a few large crates that were gathering dust in the back. Burying her face in her knees, the girl didn't even bother to notice the ship's engines beginning to roar.
Days had passed, and when Natari awoke, she found two angry looking cargo hands staring at her and grabbing her by the arms. No matter how hard she struggled, they wouldn't let go, not until they reached the exit of the ship. With all their strength they threw the girl towards the hangar floor, closing the entrance to the cargo hold. She was on her own yet again, and this time on a planet she didn't even know.
Wandering throughout the spaceport, Natari finally found the location of where she was. Corulag, a world that was like the rip off Coruscant. But there was one thing familiar here to her, and that was the streets. So even if she was in an unknown territory, at least she had the comfort of the streets.
So as the months went by, Natari found herself growing more and more accustomed to the streets. She'd struggled to survive for so long, and she wasn't about to stop now. But every now and then, she had her hopes, and some days she yearned for a normal family.
Perhaps someday someone would make those dreams come true.
Timeline
► 6917 BBY: Natari is born.
► 6906: Natari runs away from home and winds up on Corulag after stowing a way on a ship.
► 6906: Natari runs away from home and winds up on Corulag after stowing a way on a ship.
Skills and Abilities
Survival [7/10]
Fighting [5/10]
Endurance [6/10]
Street Smarts [7/10]
Fighting [5/10]
Endurance [6/10]
Street Smarts [7/10]
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Mercedes Luna
NAME: Mercedes Luna
AGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
FORCE: Yes
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shaddaa
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Fighter
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 132 lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Red
VOICE: Kari Wahlgreen
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AGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
FORCE: Yes
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shaddaa
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Fighter
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 132 lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Red
VOICE: Kari Wahlgreen
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From the earliest age, Mercedes was always ending up in a fight. Whether it was at school, home, or on the streets, the poor kid always found herself having to use her fists rather then her words. Her father didn't seem to care, and it seemed that most of his former self had disappeared by the fact his wife died giving birth to a pair of sisters. Mercedes didn't care much for him, though she did feel it necessary to protect her younger sister.
Time went on, and Mercedes found herself becoming one of the toughest kids on the playground. Anyone who double crossed her was bound to get a fist to the face, and Mercedes herself would end up getting sent to the principal's office and often suspended from school due to her fighting habits. That left her with a lot of freetime at home, and with her father not really giving a shit about what his daughters did, Mercedes found herself wandering the streets.
That's when she stumbled upon something interesting. A flyer for an underground fighting tournament.
Picking the paper up, Mercedes returned home, grabbing a few thumb tacks and pinning the flyer towards the room she shared with her sister. As the years went by, the poster remained, and it wasn't until she was 15 that Mercedes finally unpinned the flyer. Thankfully it wasn't that hard to leave the house, all she had to do was tell her dad she was going to the store to get him more beer as a gift for his birthday. So wandering onto the streets, the girl took great care to find the location on the flyer.
After a bit of walking, Mercedes stumbled upon the location. A rather run down bar with two tough looking bouncers outside. Immediately they asked her purpose, and Mercedes could only respond with one thing.
"Fighter."
The bouncers knew she was underage, but they didn't care. If she wanted to get her face caved in trying to win a fight, then they weren't gonna stop her. Besides, it was always good to have a few quick fights that ended up with a bit of bloodshed. So wandering down into the bar, Mercedes was led away towards a makeshift locker room. Checked for any weapons, the girl was thrown into the ring without a word, and in front of her stood the figure of a rather tough looking Shistavanen.
Immediately, the alien came towards her, claws bared. Mercedes did her best to try and side step the guy, but she immediately felt a sharp pain on her side as the bastard cut her. Gritting her teeth, she felt something inside her snap, and it was as if she got almost quicker. Gritting her teeth, she focused on the man before her, and she was quick to deliver a few jabs towards him before waiting for his next move. The man lunged at her again, and she focused harder and harder on him. It was like something was burning inside her, and the longer the fight continued, the more Mercedes felt her punches become stronger and stronger. Within no time, she had gotten the man to a weakened state, and all that was left was the final touch.
With an angry roar, the girl rushed forward, all her strength placed in one punch aimed straight at the man's snout, and once contact was made, the guy was out cold. A bell rang, and the cheer of the crowd filled Mercedes' ears. A fifteen year old girl had just taken out a man about twice her age.
It was hard to believe, and the girl couldn't help but think that perhaps there was more at play that helped her win the fight. Still she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
The fights continued, and more and more appeared each year. Eventually, Mercedes began to forget about the world around her, and all that mattered were the fights. School, home, none of it mattered anymore. It wasn't like she had anything else, as it seemed that even her own sister had strayed away from her, and her father was still busy drinking his life away and bringing whatever person he could get his hands on to their home.
Each day, Mercedes left the house, telling her father the same excuse that she was going to get him some more beer.. With the neon lights acting as a pathway, she'd travel from ring to ring, getting herself in whatever fight she could manage. When the credit's came in, she could hardly contain herself. It was a good feeling, to see your hard earned cash in front of you by doing the thing you loved. And as the days went by, Mercedes found herself staying true to her excuse, always bringing home a nice six pack paid for with her hard earned cash.
Now, Mercedes stands as a full grown woman with a skill for fighting, and a nice life paid for by her profits from the fights. Training everyday in her apartment and making sure to always frequent the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, Mercedes longs for a fight to show her skill. But deep down, she has a nagging feeling about something inside her, and she can't help but shake the fact that it's connected with her fighting.
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Mercedes is a woman with a passion and determination for fighting, and she has quite the punch on her. Used to the tense moments in the underground fighting rings, Mercedes is always ready for the next fight and never lets her guard down. She prioritizes strength, but she knows that a strong mind can sometimes be stronger than even the toughest of men. Mercedes can be a bit of a hard-ass at times, but she can also be quite protective of her friends and will risk her own life to protect them. But if one betrays her, then she'll be one of the first to try and show them true pain.
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Hand to Hand Combat: One of Mercedes' best skills. Due to her time in underground fighting rings throughout her adolescence and adult years, Mercedes has gotten quite the knack for fighting, and she's able to hold her own against most foes. A fast and hard hitter, Mercedes can be quite the devastating opponent, not letting anything hold her back
Endurance: Do to having taken quite a lot of hits over the years, Mercedes has gotten herself quite a bit of pain tolerance, and is able to endure most attacks and other things. This endurance is only strengthened by her determination.
Stamina: Capable of keeping up with quite intense and stamina-draining fights, Mercedes can go on for a long period of time before she eventually feels drained.
Intelligence: Mercedes may not be skilled in normal education, but what she lacks in a normal education, she makes up for in street smarts. She can tell when things are up, and though she might not be the smartest, she sure as hell isn't the dumbest idiot on the streets. She'd rather leave that title for the thugs.
Strength: A hard hitter, Mercedes can be quite strong at times. She is able to lift weights and other things with ease, and she's able to pack quite the punch due to her training.
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Charlotte Luna - Mercedes' sister. Though she used to take care of her younger sister, Mercedes found herself too busy with her fights and eventually grew astray from her sister. They haven't talked for a while.
Robert Luna - Mercedes' father. A drunkard who seems to pay the bills by heading out when the kids are asleep and coming back home with blood on his boots. He doesn't care for much, though he does appreciate the good drink. Mercedes rarely talk to him now.
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Charlotte Luna
NAME: Charlotte Luna
AGE: 23
SPECIES: Human
FORCE: Yes
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shaddaa
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Sith Knight
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 129 lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Blue
VOICE: Link
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AGE: 23
SPECIES: Human
FORCE: Yes
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shaddaa
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Sith Knight
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 129 lbs.
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Blue
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Charlotte grew up in a dirty apartment on Nar Shaddaa, with her older sister Mercedes taking care of her. Their father was a drunkard who usually paid the bills by going out at night and returning with bloodstains all over his clothes, and Charlotte never asked about what he did. In a way, she already knew that it wasn't right, but she was at least happy their father was keeping the rent coming.
During her time at school, Charlotte found herself on the softball team, and she soon became quite good at the sport. Eventually, most of Charlotte's time was invested in the team and school, and she soon began to lose interest in her sister and all the other things at home. Time went on, and soon Charlotte began to enter the popular clique at school. This lead to her often being invited to parties and other events, and it was then she got her first taste of beer.
It was amazing, and soon Charlotte began to see why her father drank it all the time. Chugging down a few other cans of the stuff, the girl felt alive. Unfortunately, she wasn't used to the hangovers one got from drinking most of the night away and waking up sober.
But that didn't stop her from drinking more. Each night, she'd slip into the kitchen and into the fridge, retrieving one of the many cans of beer her father stowed away. She couldn't get enough of the taste, and soon enough she ended up finding ways to score her own. Paying random junkies to buy her a bit if she gave em enough for a bit of spice afterwards, stealing from stores, and going out to the rich kid parties to get the premium stuff.
However, her desires all came crashing down on her when her team's coach found out. He wasn't happy to say the least, and eventually she was kicked off the team. Charlotte was pissed, and she pretty much wanted to beat anything. So locking the door to her room, she printed out a picture of her coach and taped it to her pillow before beating it with her old bat. Each hit, she cursed out his name, and once she was done, she just laid back on the floor and took another sweet drink as the tears ran down.
The days went by, and soon Charlotte was approached by a rather strange man while she out buying a few things at the store. The guy was in a dark cloak, and to be honest she thought he was a pervert, but when he explained the power inside her, Charlotte was intrigued. He went on about something in the Force, and that she could seek revenge on those who hurt her if she mastered this power. The girl gave no care about the Force or whatever he was talking about, all she heard was revenge, and she thought of her former coach. Sure the thought wasn't healthy, but Charlotte was never quite a normal girl.
So she agreed to at least go with the man to train, and at that moment, she knew that things weren't ever going to be the same. A dark, dirty warehouse was their training location, and the first thing the man taught her was hate. The Force could be fueled by these emotions, and the first thing he did was take advantage of that hate Charlotte had for the man who kicked her off the team. So the days went by, and Charlotte began to give in more and more to her hate.
And when she finally gave in, Charlotte felt more alive then ever.
Her final task of training was simple: get revenge. It was easy, stumble into the apartment of her former coach, and just wait until he fell asleep. And when did, Charlotte just smiled as she raised her bat up. The man's screams fell silent as Charlotte kept on hitting and hitting, the hate inside her fueling her strength. The blood was everywhere, on the walls, on the bed, and on the girl herself. She didn't stop, no, she wasn't going to stop until nothing remained of the man's head.
Once it was done, all she could do was fall to the floor and look at her hands. A cold hand could be felt on her back, and her master whispered to words into her ear.
"Very good."
The training continued, and each night the young apprentice would slip out of her home and back towards the abandoned warehouse. Her master began to intensify the training, and soon the real challenge began: the lightsaber training. Within no time, Charlotte had left her bat behind in favor of her new weapon, and the blood red blade was visible in the shine of her eyes.
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Charlotte is a rather pretty looking girl with a taste for strong alcohol and violence. Taking after father, Charlotte prefers to kill to earn money, and she always has a beer close by for whenever she feels parched. She can be quite bad tempered at times, though she can easily become excitable when given beer or when she's about to kill someone. Charlotte views death as a part of life, and she hates people who are too scared to kill. She can be quite brutal at times, and often disrespectful to others. But if one manages to gain her trust, she can be one of their best drinking buddies and defenders.
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Mercedes Luna - Charlotte's sister. They were close as kids, but eventually grew distance as Mercedes often left home. They don't talk much, and Mercedes is unaware of Charlotte's life as a Sith.
Robert Luna - Charlotte's father. Despite the fact he's a drunkard and often winds up covered in blood when he says he has to go work, she loves him, and still always makes sure to call her dad up once in a while. He is unaware of the fact she is a Sith.
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