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The Metal Gear Forge (Personal Workshop)
- Thread starter Metal Gear Seth
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"If you intend to fight me, you'd better be ready to kill me. Otherwise it would be best you know one thing. I will come for you, and I will not stop, because hell's coming with me."
Name: Seth Thomas Schor
- Nickname: The Metal Gear Gunslinger
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 30 Standard years
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Force Sensitive: Yes, untrained, and aware.
- Nickname: The Metal Gear Gunslinger
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 30 Standard years
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Force Sensitive: Yes, untrained, and aware.
Appearance: Seth is an average 5'10" with skin that falls directly inbetween pale, and tan. He has dirty blonde hair that borders on brunette. He is skinny with blue eyes, and a muscle toned core from his upbringing.
Attributes:
Having been raised by former mercenaries turned bandit, Seth is well versed.
Advanced hand to hand combat, rifle marksmanship, pistol slinging/quickdraw, ship and speeder repair, speaks basic, Huttese, and Ithorese. Excellent pilot skills, and flexibility with strength that still doesn't match a wookie, but can more then help him out in a bar fight. All wrapped with good stamina, and constitution.. for a skinny boy bounty hunter.
Having been raised by former mercenaries turned bandit, Seth is well versed.
Advanced hand to hand combat, rifle marksmanship, pistol slinging/quickdraw, ship and speeder repair, speaks basic, Huttese, and Ithorese. Excellent pilot skills, and flexibility with strength that still doesn't match a wookie, but can more then help him out in a bar fight. All wrapped with good stamina, and constitution.. for a skinny boy bounty hunter.
Personality:
Seth is kind, awkward, and weird to say the least. He means well for others in his duties, as he follows the tenets set before him by his now dead clan, and strives to become more skilled. He can have moments of anger, but it takes alot to piss him off. Though poke him with something personal, and he will end you. Enough said.
Seth is kind, awkward, and weird to say the least. He means well for others in his duties, as he follows the tenets set before him by his now dead clan, and strives to become more skilled. He can have moments of anger, but it takes alot to piss him off. Though poke him with something personal, and he will end you. Enough said.
Biography:
Having been taken as a child barely old enough to have ever known his parents, Seth was taken by a group of bandits who turned out to be former Mercenaries, on the planet of Lothal, ironically naming their clan after their former platoon "Mercenaries", Being raised as one of their own, going so far as to be under the leaders wing, and considering him his own son, his father told him he was of his own blood for a multitude of reasons.
The bandits seemed like harsh people at a young age, but as Seth grew, he realized what they really were. As it turned out, this former band of mercenaries had redacted from their company, not without escaping first, and decided to make theit own way on an outerms rim planet. Tired from all the killing, and destruction they'd been paid for in their wake, they became bandits, raiding villages corrupted by greed and deception, and killing other bandit clans. Taking half of the loot as their payment, and giving the rest to villages in need, they would leave the materials under the cover of night whilst they slept. They were thought of by bandits and villages alike to be terrors of the local areas, attracting alot of attention, but that's exactly how they wanted it.
Growing up in this clan, it felt more and more like Seth had not just a family, but alot of brothers of great heart. He was taught basic education, how to speak one of the planets local languages, learning to understand another, advanced hand to hand combat whom he learned from his father directly, marksmanship with a rifle at up to 500 meters, and pistol slinging/quick draw up to 100 meters.
To top it off, they taught him to fix anything that flies, be it a ship or a speeder, and above all how to pilot both.
After a childhood of close family, mercenary training, and having tagged along with several raid missions, Seth was made a full clan member at the age of eighteen. However it would be short lived, as one night he had a dream of the destruction of his clan, and the killing of his father. When he brought it to him, he simply wrote it off as a nightmare, and told him not to worry. Their forces were large, well trained and well experienced. It was thought impossible, that is, until the dream came true the next day.
Seth frantically tried to find his father in the crumbling main hall, where his father was being crushed by fallen rubble. In his final words he said this:
"It I'd okay that we die here. We were never going to truly pay for the pain we caused. Just remember who you are, remember to will always be a Mercenary, but ask you only one thing. Live, and do so for yourself, but let our tenets, and our clan live on in you. Our greatest achievement." He sniffles with a tear.
"And find, your real parents!" Shoving Seth and telling him to get out while he still had the chance, Seth escaped with the last operable ship they had. He still Flys said ship today, donning it with the name of his apparently adopted fathers nickname. Desperado.
After that, Seth made his way in the galaxy, taking up only jobs that fell under his clans tenets also giving himself a break with part salvage of his own merit to keep himself afloat, aquiring the gear he uses today from bounty rewards, thankful customers, and occasional market finds.
He is still searching for his parents to this day, and may one day rebuild his clan to greater glory. To lead them into a new beginning.
The Fall of the Republic:
From the fall of the republic, and it's five years of absence with the Empire taking it's place, Seth is unaffected by the shift in government. Having been given title of elder for his old Mandalorian teacher, among other things, Seth strove to complete the tasks set before him by his old teachers last wishes alongside Aiden Fett. He still keeps up with future CEO Paya Shacta in her quest to make the best space walmart, the galaxy has ever known, all the while, following the teachings left behind for him by his deceased Mandolorian teacher, Sol'yc Ruus'alor Fett, taking up swordsman skills thus far. And so, with the many path's laid before him, Seth does his best to follow them all carefully.
Having been taken as a child barely old enough to have ever known his parents, Seth was taken by a group of bandits who turned out to be former Mercenaries, on the planet of Lothal, ironically naming their clan after their former platoon "Mercenaries", Being raised as one of their own, going so far as to be under the leaders wing, and considering him his own son, his father told him he was of his own blood for a multitude of reasons.
The bandits seemed like harsh people at a young age, but as Seth grew, he realized what they really were. As it turned out, this former band of mercenaries had redacted from their company, not without escaping first, and decided to make theit own way on an outerms rim planet. Tired from all the killing, and destruction they'd been paid for in their wake, they became bandits, raiding villages corrupted by greed and deception, and killing other bandit clans. Taking half of the loot as their payment, and giving the rest to villages in need, they would leave the materials under the cover of night whilst they slept. They were thought of by bandits and villages alike to be terrors of the local areas, attracting alot of attention, but that's exactly how they wanted it.
Growing up in this clan, it felt more and more like Seth had not just a family, but alot of brothers of great heart. He was taught basic education, how to speak one of the planets local languages, learning to understand another, advanced hand to hand combat whom he learned from his father directly, marksmanship with a rifle at up to 500 meters, and pistol slinging/quick draw up to 100 meters.
To top it off, they taught him to fix anything that flies, be it a ship or a speeder, and above all how to pilot both.
After a childhood of close family, mercenary training, and having tagged along with several raid missions, Seth was made a full clan member at the age of eighteen. However it would be short lived, as one night he had a dream of the destruction of his clan, and the killing of his father. When he brought it to him, he simply wrote it off as a nightmare, and told him not to worry. Their forces were large, well trained and well experienced. It was thought impossible, that is, until the dream came true the next day.
Seth frantically tried to find his father in the crumbling main hall, where his father was being crushed by fallen rubble. In his final words he said this:
"It I'd okay that we die here. We were never going to truly pay for the pain we caused. Just remember who you are, remember to will always be a Mercenary, but ask you only one thing. Live, and do so for yourself, but let our tenets, and our clan live on in you. Our greatest achievement." He sniffles with a tear.
"And find, your real parents!" Shoving Seth and telling him to get out while he still had the chance, Seth escaped with the last operable ship they had. He still Flys said ship today, donning it with the name of his apparently adopted fathers nickname. Desperado.
After that, Seth made his way in the galaxy, taking up only jobs that fell under his clans tenets also giving himself a break with part salvage of his own merit to keep himself afloat, aquiring the gear he uses today from bounty rewards, thankful customers, and occasional market finds.
He is still searching for his parents to this day, and may one day rebuild his clan to greater glory. To lead them into a new beginning.
The Fall of the Republic:
From the fall of the republic, and it's five years of absence with the Empire taking it's place, Seth is unaffected by the shift in government. Having been given title of elder for his old Mandalorian teacher, among other things, Seth strove to complete the tasks set before him by his old teachers last wishes alongside Aiden Fett. He still keeps up with future CEO Paya Shacta in her quest to make the best space walmart, the galaxy has ever known, all the while, following the teachings left behind for him by his deceased Mandolorian teacher, Sol'yc Ruus'alor Fett, taking up swordsman skills thus far. And so, with the many path's laid before him, Seth does his best to follow them all carefully.
Skills:
- Fluently speaks Basic, Huttese, and understands Ithorese
- Marksman with rifle, and pistols, though shows more skill in pistols as well as quick-draw
- Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Basic first aid
- Hand to hand combat training (Includes knife combat skills)
- Minor Droid repair knowledge
- Fluently speaks Basic, Huttese, and understands Ithorese
- Marksman with rifle, and pistols, though shows more skill in pistols as well as quick-draw
- Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Basic first aid
- Hand to hand combat training (Includes knife combat skills)
- Minor Droid repair knowledge
Gear:
- Seth wears a black canvas duster, with a plain neon sky blue t-shirt, and a black felt cowboy hat with a neon sky blue lace band around the base.
- A pair of dark blue straight cut jeans, HELCOR, and suede leather combat boots with spurs on the back of the heels, as well as armorplast calf armor plating.
- Right wrist has an armorplast bracer with built in comm link.
- A dual pair of B-8R blaster pistols with 10 Standard, and 4 High capacity Diatium power packs on each hip.
- A 7 inch hunting knife strapped halfway up his right leg, and carries 2 standard explosive grenades
- A durasteel mask that wraps around half the face.
- He pilots a YG-300 Light freighter along side his droid companion S€ar£et. His female voiced, junk fixed, Czerka Security droid, that's been fixed using parts from astromechs, to servant, and battle droids. She's excellent when operating as a turret gunner, but so little of the original droid model is left, that she's not what she used to be in terms of combat. She also makes an excellent navigator, and pilot, when Seth needs to rest, or simply needs an autopilot for when he's doing something aboard the ship.
- Seth wears a black canvas duster, with a plain neon sky blue t-shirt, and a black felt cowboy hat with a neon sky blue lace band around the base.
- A pair of dark blue straight cut jeans, HELCOR, and suede leather combat boots with spurs on the back of the heels, as well as armorplast calf armor plating.
- Right wrist has an armorplast bracer with built in comm link.
- A dual pair of B-8R blaster pistols with 10 Standard, and 4 High capacity Diatium power packs on each hip.
- A 7 inch hunting knife strapped halfway up his right leg, and carries 2 standard explosive grenades
- A durasteel mask that wraps around half the face.
- He pilots a YG-300 Light freighter along side his droid companion S€ar£et. His female voiced, junk fixed, Czerka Security droid, that's been fixed using parts from astromechs, to servant, and battle droids. She's excellent when operating as a turret gunner, but so little of the original droid model is left, that she's not what she used to be in terms of combat. She also makes an excellent navigator, and pilot, when Seth needs to rest, or simply needs an autopilot for when he's doing something aboard the ship.
Roleplays:
Pre-Time-Skip:
Looking for Someone lost - Complete - Seths tracking a former member of his long dead family, or clan, but it seems he's not the only one looking for him.
The Journey Begins - Cut short from Time-skip - Seth and his new companion Aiden travel together to find the hidden holotapes left by the twos mutual friend recently deceased in hopes of clues to Seths old outfit, and leads for Aiden's clan. Only the tapes will tell.
Crossing (Buisness) paths - Cut short from Time-skip - When Seth recieves interesting work regarding slavers, he runs into quite an odd Twi'lek, and things go in a direction he'd never thought he'd head.
Post Time-Skip:
Character Changelog:
- Now carries standard explosive grenades, and proficient in sword fighting
- No longer has grappling wrist attachment
- Modified mask to no longer use filters and other vision settings for sake of lighter weight, and mobility
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"You've seen monsters? No. I've seen monsters. They wield a glowing sword and claim Righteousness. I just help them see the real light."
Name: Hailey Vloek Artillerist
Rank: Shock trooper
Species: Human
Age: 31 Standard years
Gender: Female
Force Sensitive: No
- Nickname: Hex
Rank: Shock trooper
Species: Human
Age: 31 Standard years
Gender: Female
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:
She's 6 feet tall, skinny with a muscular core, Crimson dyed hair, ear piercings on her left ear, and a a slim figure. Her skin is nearly pale white,
with blue eyes, and a black dog-collar-esque necklace with a skull on it.
with blue eyes, and a black dog-collar-esque necklace with a skull on it.
Attributes:
Hailey is very much a punk, but that doesn't mean she can't show her feminine side either. When she's on her own, she'll go out for drinks, or have a good time with some of the other pilots, and ussually, she's buyin'. Having been put through the Legions explosives training, and pilot school, she's no stranger to weapons, be they big or small. She works out pretty regularly too, so if you manage to get in close, don't think she's too easy. That hand to hand combat training wasn't for nothing.
Personality:
Hex is many things, and fun is one of them, but on the battlefield, determined is of better word. She's a very fiery character in her gestures, and actions. She tends to be a bit of a handful, and her ideas can be rather daredevilish in combat, but at the end of the day, she get's the job done. When she's in more comfortable conditions she tends to mellow out, but her vigor, confidence, and determination always shines through with a concerning grin.
Biography:
Hailey grew up on a planet just outside Sith space. Having been left at the doorstep of an orphanage as a babe, with no mother to so
much as be seen, she was taken in and cared for, though she was a bit different from the other kids. As she grew up, she grew a fancy for
tinkering, to eventually hear of pod racing. With such fantastic grades in mechanically adept classes, the girl decided to start building her own
vehicles for pleasure. The world of mechanics were endless to her.
Along the way she tended not to make too many friends however as people found her tomboyish love for mechanics, and racing unnerving. She'd thought of joining the military when she grew old enough, as no one would adopt her due to her demeanor or personality, and become a pilot, but held no interest in the conflict of the galaxy, so she swayed from the idea, especially from the stories of the Sith she'd grown up in fear of. a group of people incapable of compassion or morality. Of hatred, and nothing but pain, the Jedi being that with which she could look up to, and hold faith in.
Nearing her 17th birthday, she'd won several races, become a skilled pilot, and taken combative training for herself when she walked the cities streets. She was no stranger to a blaster or hand to hand, but it was when her 18th birthday rolled around that it all crashed down. The day of her birthday, the Sith had invaded. Border Alliance troops, alongside the Jedi assisting them, rushed to evacuate the orphanage but forgot her in the chaos, and were forced to retreat. As she lay under the rubble of her home she'd known for so long, all she'd built destroyed, and only a small hole to see out of as the Jedi left her to die, everything became silent, her tears of pain and anguish the only thing to fill her ears.
Several hours later she was pulled from the rubble by the leader of the invasion. A Sith apprentice of whom she never learned the name of, that took her in and had her brought back to health. When she awoke, she was greeted by the people she'd thought evil of. When they began to tell her of what had happened, she remembered the site of the Jedi abandoning her, and yet the Sith had taken her and cared for her. The line of what she believed in was actually reversed as it turned out.
When she regained her strength, the Apprentice of whom saved her was the first person she went to. Carrying a wrench in hand, a stolen blaster on her hip, and a maddening fire in her eyes, she requested to join the Sacred Band of Ziost, and thus, she was given a new purpose in life.
Revenge.
The Fall of the Republic:
From the fall of the republic, and the five years after, the empire taking it's place, Hex has taken up the position of Flight leader under Grand Admiral Vaxus Tallav, earning command of her own squadron within his fleet.
much as be seen, she was taken in and cared for, though she was a bit different from the other kids. As she grew up, she grew a fancy for
tinkering, to eventually hear of pod racing. With such fantastic grades in mechanically adept classes, the girl decided to start building her own
vehicles for pleasure. The world of mechanics were endless to her.
Along the way she tended not to make too many friends however as people found her tomboyish love for mechanics, and racing unnerving. She'd thought of joining the military when she grew old enough, as no one would adopt her due to her demeanor or personality, and become a pilot, but held no interest in the conflict of the galaxy, so she swayed from the idea, especially from the stories of the Sith she'd grown up in fear of. a group of people incapable of compassion or morality. Of hatred, and nothing but pain, the Jedi being that with which she could look up to, and hold faith in.
Nearing her 17th birthday, she'd won several races, become a skilled pilot, and taken combative training for herself when she walked the cities streets. She was no stranger to a blaster or hand to hand, but it was when her 18th birthday rolled around that it all crashed down. The day of her birthday, the Sith had invaded. Border Alliance troops, alongside the Jedi assisting them, rushed to evacuate the orphanage but forgot her in the chaos, and were forced to retreat. As she lay under the rubble of her home she'd known for so long, all she'd built destroyed, and only a small hole to see out of as the Jedi left her to die, everything became silent, her tears of pain and anguish the only thing to fill her ears.
Several hours later she was pulled from the rubble by the leader of the invasion. A Sith apprentice of whom she never learned the name of, that took her in and had her brought back to health. When she awoke, she was greeted by the people she'd thought evil of. When they began to tell her of what had happened, she remembered the site of the Jedi abandoning her, and yet the Sith had taken her and cared for her. The line of what she believed in was actually reversed as it turned out.
When she regained her strength, the Apprentice of whom saved her was the first person she went to. Carrying a wrench in hand, a stolen blaster on her hip, and a maddening fire in her eyes, she requested to join the Sacred Band of Ziost, and thus, she was given a new purpose in life.
Revenge.
The Fall of the Republic:
From the fall of the republic, and the five years after, the empire taking it's place, Hex has taken up the position of Flight leader under Grand Admiral Vaxus Tallav, earning command of her own squadron within his fleet.
Skills:
- Fluently speaks Basic, Huttese, and Ryl
- Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Minor hand to hand combat training
- Droid repair knowledge
- Advanced explosives and ballistics knowledge
- Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Minor hand to hand combat training
- Droid repair knowledge
- Advanced explosives and ballistics knowledge
Gear:
- She wears a black leather jacket that ends just below her belly button, with a Crimson t-shirt underneath to cover any excess skin, and black combat boots that come halfway up to her knees which is plated in armorplast
- She also wears black skinny jeans made of a special flexible material so as to not restrict movement with a belt that hooks with her ammo bag
- She holsters a RXA-310 "Thunderbuster", heavy blaster pistol on her right hip, and uses a MD-12 Shotgun Blaster
- Among all of this, she would be nothing without her explosives, as she carries an iron sighted MET-DEL-1.0X Utility Launcher, 2 sticky thermal detonation grenades, a smoke grenade, and 13 standard explosive grenades. 8 are kept in the launchers drum, while the rest are in a specially designed ammo bag that straps to her left hip. Said bag is armored with armorplast.
- Coming close to last is a dagger she keeps strapped to the back of her waist as it's holster clips to her belt
- On her personal time she pilots a N-51 Nova-class Starfighter painted with a black base, and Crimson Racing stripes on each wing
- She also wears black skinny jeans made of a special flexible material so as to not restrict movement with a belt that hooks with her ammo bag
- She holsters a RXA-310 "Thunderbuster", heavy blaster pistol on her right hip, and uses a MD-12 Shotgun Blaster
- Among all of this, she would be nothing without her explosives, as she carries an iron sighted MET-DEL-1.0X Utility Launcher, 2 sticky thermal detonation grenades, a smoke grenade, and 13 standard explosive grenades. 8 are kept in the launchers drum, while the rest are in a specially designed ammo bag that straps to her left hip. Said bag is armored with armorplast.
- Coming close to last is a dagger she keeps strapped to the back of her waist as it's holster clips to her belt
- On her personal time she pilots a N-51 Nova-class Starfighter painted with a black base, and Crimson Racing stripes on each wing
Roleplays:
Pre Time-Skip:
War Stories - Cut short from Time-skip - Hailey has been summoned by her Commander, and she knows not what for. The anxiety builds, who knows what he wants?
Post Time-Skip:
Mysterious Summons - In Progress - Hailey is once again summoned to the office of, now Grand admiral, Vaxus, but when she meets with him, his demeanor is less more than concerning.
Character Changelog:
Post Time-skip
- No longer uses "Supernova grenades"
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Scarlet Ram'or Fett
"I once asked my mentor of his past. He gave me a rather interesting answer. He said it was riddled with trouble just like my own. And that I should just move forward."
Name: Scarlet Ram'or Fett
Faction: Mandolorian Dominion
Rank: SuperCommando
Species: Human
Age: 30 Standard years
Gender: Female
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:
Attributes:
Personality:
Biography:
On the world of Concord Dawn, Scarlet was an only child. She lived with her father, her mother deceased from having given birth to her, though the topic was one never really to be spoken of. Her father taught her basic reading, and writing skills as well as how to work the farm, and shoot. Having grown up in the countryside working her fathers farm, she had a friend the same age as her, Aiden Fett, who she helped work his parents farm at times, played with often, and grew up with very closely. Any time they played, they play faught. Scarlet dreamed of one day become the greatest Mandalorian warrior to ever live. She dreamed of the designs of her armor every chance she could draw in her sketchbook.
As she got older, she found she wanted to learn more and more of what it would take to become the warrior of her dreams. What it meant to fight, and how to do so. Around the age of 7, she had taken an interest in her fathers workshop behind their barn, reading the books inside, and learning how to use the machinery on her own in secret from her father, as he didn't take to well to her dream of being a warrior, and trying to build her own armor was rather big in that dream.
At the age of 8, she was working in the machine shop, and was eventually caught by her father. And again at the age of 9, and 10. Until one day she was caught again, and this time was very different. As per usual, he gave her a very unimpressed look, but this time it was not as intense. His expression melted to a sigh, and he looked at the ground with his hands on his hips, looking at the ground a moment before looking back at her, sighing once more, he looked her over.
"Scarlet, I know you don't wanna work the farm, and I suppose I haven't been the greatest father." he looked behind her.
"So sweety. If you promise me, you won't give up on this dream, I will help you." he smirked that fatherly warming smile.
"Deal?"
"Deal!" she shouted. Frantically turning, and running to the machine she'd been working on, she went to turn the machine back on, a plate of metal still on the grinder wheel.
"Yes! Thank you daddy! I had these plans worked out right here, and I was just working on this pla-" *COUGH* her eyes were frozen at the sight of her right hand over the on switch. She felt a sharp pain, and pressure in her shoulder. She kept her sight on the button as she slowly put her right hand where her shoulder was, just to feel a liquid of some sort, and for some reason, she couldn't feel her left arm. She finally looked over to see her hand was covered in blood, and her left arm was gone. She looked down to see it laying on the ground.
Her eyes wide open with fear, she realized her father had yet to say anything of her now missing arm, as well as having heard a thud from behind her, the pain of her wound not having reached her yet just from the sheer shock. When she slowly turned around, she saw her father laying on his back like a rag-doll, with the plate from the grinder lodged in his head. After screaming in pain, and sorrow at the top of her longs for what seemed like forever, she was eventually aided by her friend Aiden who had been on his way over to hang out that afternoon.
When she'd fully recovered, the will of her father gave her everything he had. So selling the farm to Aiden's family next door, she used every scrap of money to afford cybernetic limb replacements. She left without so much as a word to her friend, and using whatever she had left to leave for the outer rim, where she could wallow in her sorrows. After 6 years of wandering, and wallowing in her pain, she found herself in a bar on the planet of Lothal, in what seemed like the middle of nowhere.
As she set her drink down, the table in front of her was knocked out of the way by a man who had been shoved into it. Getting up furiously, she ran to punch the man who'd shoved the other in the face for spilling her drink, but was beaten to the punch by a stun round originating from behind her. As she turned around to see where it came from, her foot bumped into a helmet on the floor, picking it up, she realized it was Mandalorian. She then looked back at the man seeing him stand up slowly.
"Don't forget this." she said handing him the helmet.
"It's rather important I'd say." he looked over the helmet before putting it on, then looked her over a moment.
"What's your name young lady?"
"Scarlet. Scarlet Ram'or Fett, sir." she said unenthusiastically. The man looked her over a moment, going so far as to walk around her, as he had an itch he just couldn't scratch, even pulling back her tattered cloak to see her arm.
"Hey! What're you..?"
"My name's Sol'yc Ruus'alor Fett. I'm a Mandalorian as you can more than likely tell, and the your help distracting my target is much appreciated." he held out his hand.
"My friends call me Wyatt." she rolled her eyes. He gave a knowing smirk.
"And you look like you've seen alot. I'd like to repay you."
"How?"
"Come with me, and I'll show you." she hesitated before finally she followed him to his ship, and from that day forward, Wyatt trained Scarlet in how to truly be a mandalorian, eventually helping her build her own armor, healing her along the way. He taught her, almost like a boy before her, everything he knew, and then some. From rifle expertise, to pistol mastery, and so much more, she had become a true warrior, even passing her Verd'goten at the age of 19. Eventually, Wyatt disappeared one day, Scarlet made it her mission to find Wyatt, so she took on mercenary work until she decided to join the Dominion for a much more stable income, resources, and place to work. She vowed to fulfill the promise she'd made to her father, and one day, find her mentor once again
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Gear:
Roleplays:
Character Changelog:
"I once asked my mentor of his past. He gave me a rather interesting answer. He said it was riddled with trouble just like my own. And that I should just move forward."
Name: Scarlet Ram'or Fett
Faction: Mandolorian Dominion
Rank: SuperCommando
Species: Human
Age: 30 Standard years
Gender: Female
Force Sensitive: No
Face Claim
Appearance:
She's 5' 10", skinny but well built, with brunette hair, and a well balanced figure. Her skin is evenly between tan, and white,
with green eyes. She is usually in her armor.
with green eyes. She is usually in her armor.
Attributes:
Having been trained by a well versed mandalorian, formerly a mercenary of sorts, Scarlet is rather strong for her build, and can put a man down with a few good jabs. She's rather light fast, and will generally outlast anyone in a fist fight. She's very perceptive from her training, and days of building armor.
Personality:
Light-hearted, and a joy to be around, Scarlet has a down to earth side, but most of her joy, is to shield the pain she once felt. She'll talk to just about anyone, and get along with them even more than one would hope, let alone expect. She's the life of any party, loving to dance, and would do anything for those she cares about.
With combat training from a man all to familiar to a certain gunslinger, Scarlet is a force to be reckoned with. With her dream to become the greatest Mandalorian warrior the Mandalorian dominion has ever seen, she's nearly unstoppable. Nothing keeps her from completing her mission, and hell hath no fury like hers. When she takes a job, she complete's it. End of story. In a fight, she's light on her feet, and rather quick. She'll knock a man out with a few punches if they aren't careful.
With combat training from a man all to familiar to a certain gunslinger, Scarlet is a force to be reckoned with. With her dream to become the greatest Mandalorian warrior the Mandalorian dominion has ever seen, she's nearly unstoppable. Nothing keeps her from completing her mission, and hell hath no fury like hers. When she takes a job, she complete's it. End of story. In a fight, she's light on her feet, and rather quick. She'll knock a man out with a few punches if they aren't careful.
Biography:
On the world of Concord Dawn, Scarlet was an only child. She lived with her father, her mother deceased from having given birth to her, though the topic was one never really to be spoken of. Her father taught her basic reading, and writing skills as well as how to work the farm, and shoot. Having grown up in the countryside working her fathers farm, she had a friend the same age as her, Aiden Fett, who she helped work his parents farm at times, played with often, and grew up with very closely. Any time they played, they play faught. Scarlet dreamed of one day become the greatest Mandalorian warrior to ever live. She dreamed of the designs of her armor every chance she could draw in her sketchbook.
As she got older, she found she wanted to learn more and more of what it would take to become the warrior of her dreams. What it meant to fight, and how to do so. Around the age of 7, she had taken an interest in her fathers workshop behind their barn, reading the books inside, and learning how to use the machinery on her own in secret from her father, as he didn't take to well to her dream of being a warrior, and trying to build her own armor was rather big in that dream.
At the age of 8, she was working in the machine shop, and was eventually caught by her father. And again at the age of 9, and 10. Until one day she was caught again, and this time was very different. As per usual, he gave her a very unimpressed look, but this time it was not as intense. His expression melted to a sigh, and he looked at the ground with his hands on his hips, looking at the ground a moment before looking back at her, sighing once more, he looked her over.
"Scarlet, I know you don't wanna work the farm, and I suppose I haven't been the greatest father." he looked behind her.
"So sweety. If you promise me, you won't give up on this dream, I will help you." he smirked that fatherly warming smile.
"Deal?"
"Deal!" she shouted. Frantically turning, and running to the machine she'd been working on, she went to turn the machine back on, a plate of metal still on the grinder wheel.
"Yes! Thank you daddy! I had these plans worked out right here, and I was just working on this pla-" *COUGH* her eyes were frozen at the sight of her right hand over the on switch. She felt a sharp pain, and pressure in her shoulder. She kept her sight on the button as she slowly put her right hand where her shoulder was, just to feel a liquid of some sort, and for some reason, she couldn't feel her left arm. She finally looked over to see her hand was covered in blood, and her left arm was gone. She looked down to see it laying on the ground.
Her eyes wide open with fear, she realized her father had yet to say anything of her now missing arm, as well as having heard a thud from behind her, the pain of her wound not having reached her yet just from the sheer shock. When she slowly turned around, she saw her father laying on his back like a rag-doll, with the plate from the grinder lodged in his head. After screaming in pain, and sorrow at the top of her longs for what seemed like forever, she was eventually aided by her friend Aiden who had been on his way over to hang out that afternoon.
When she'd fully recovered, the will of her father gave her everything he had. So selling the farm to Aiden's family next door, she used every scrap of money to afford cybernetic limb replacements. She left without so much as a word to her friend, and using whatever she had left to leave for the outer rim, where she could wallow in her sorrows. After 6 years of wandering, and wallowing in her pain, she found herself in a bar on the planet of Lothal, in what seemed like the middle of nowhere.
As she set her drink down, the table in front of her was knocked out of the way by a man who had been shoved into it. Getting up furiously, she ran to punch the man who'd shoved the other in the face for spilling her drink, but was beaten to the punch by a stun round originating from behind her. As she turned around to see where it came from, her foot bumped into a helmet on the floor, picking it up, she realized it was Mandalorian. She then looked back at the man seeing him stand up slowly.
"Don't forget this." she said handing him the helmet.
"It's rather important I'd say." he looked over the helmet before putting it on, then looked her over a moment.
"What's your name young lady?"
"Scarlet. Scarlet Ram'or Fett, sir." she said unenthusiastically. The man looked her over a moment, going so far as to walk around her, as he had an itch he just couldn't scratch, even pulling back her tattered cloak to see her arm.
"Hey! What're you..?"
"My name's Sol'yc Ruus'alor Fett. I'm a Mandalorian as you can more than likely tell, and the your help distracting my target is much appreciated." he held out his hand.
"My friends call me Wyatt." she rolled her eyes. He gave a knowing smirk.
"And you look like you've seen alot. I'd like to repay you."
"How?"
"Come with me, and I'll show you." she hesitated before finally she followed him to his ship, and from that day forward, Wyatt trained Scarlet in how to truly be a mandalorian, eventually helping her build her own armor, healing her along the way. He taught her, almost like a boy before her, everything he knew, and then some. From rifle expertise, to pistol mastery, and so much more, she had become a true warrior, even passing her Verd'goten at the age of 19. Eventually, Wyatt disappeared one day, Scarlet made it her mission to find Wyatt, so she took on mercenary work until she decided to join the Dominion for a much more stable income, resources, and place to work. She vowed to fulfill the promise she'd made to her father, and one day, find her mentor once again
Skills:
- Fluently speaks Mando'a, Basic, and rough Ryl
- Minor Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Hand to hand combat training
- Minor droid repair knowledge
- Minor explosives knowledge
- Expert ballistics knowledge
- First aid
- Expert mid to close range rifle, and pistol training
- Moderate long range sniper training
- Minor Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Hand to hand combat training
- Minor droid repair knowledge
- Minor explosives knowledge
- Expert ballistics knowledge
- First aid
- Expert mid to close range rifle, and pistol training
- Moderate long range sniper training
Gear:
- Wears MandalArms TRA Recon armor of custom design, with rocket launcher wrist attachment
- Carries 2 Caltrop Grenades, 1 MZ-99 "Smack Down" Grenade, and 3 thermal detonators
- Holsters a B-8R Medium Blaster Pistol with 7 High capacity Diatium power packs on her right hip.
- Uses a MST-R Heavy Repeating Rifle with 10 standard capacity power packs, and 6 high Capacity power packs
- A forged Phrik sword given to her by her mentor
- A grappling gun on the left side of her belt
- Pilots a KPDY-Wasp star fighter
- Carries 2 Caltrop Grenades, 1 MZ-99 "Smack Down" Grenade, and 3 thermal detonators
- Holsters a B-8R Medium Blaster Pistol with 7 High capacity Diatium power packs on her right hip.
- Uses a MST-R Heavy Repeating Rifle with 10 standard capacity power packs, and 6 high Capacity power packs
- A forged Phrik sword given to her by her mentor
- A grappling gun on the left side of her belt
- Pilots a KPDY-Wasp star fighter
Roleplays:
Character Changelog:
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- Messages
- 159
- Reaction score
- 33
Affiliation: Force Users
Ownership: Seth Thomas Schor
Intent: To build Seth a specially designed pair of Sabers that match his skills, and preferences, as well as provide his first pair of light sabers, as well as pay tribute to the sacrifices of his former teacher.
Description: These dual Lightsaber pistols act as anyone might expect. When the saber function is off, it functions as a blaster, and vice versa, but what sets them apart from other sabers is how it accomplishes said feet. The barrel and emitter are one in the same, as the emitter is built into the grip of the blaster. When in blaster mode, to engage into saber mode, as well as engage it's blade, one only needs to click the handle upwards, aligning the emitter, and drawing the sabers blade. To toggle the blade while still in saber mode, pull the trigger once. To switch back into blaster mode, click the grip back into it's original position, un-aligning the emitter, and re-aligning the blasters chambers. Each power pack contains both energy, and gas so as to make standard blaster bolts. It's also stun bolt capable. The power packs are long packs that clip into the top of the barrel, keeping the design streamlined, light, and effective to reload.
Model: G3M-N1
Type: Blaster Pistol/Lightsaber
Size: small; average length being 45 cm when including both components of the weapon.
Weight: 5.5 lbs.
Composition: Durasteel and Phrik
Range:
Optimal: 35 meters
Maximum: 50 Meters
Ammunition Capacity:
- Standard Power Pack: 8 rounds
- High-Capacity Power Packs: 12 rounds
Features:
- Semi-automatic fire of average blaster bolts
- Traditional lightsaber functions
- Open trigger guard
- Iron sight for each Saber-Pistol
- Polished phrik outer plating covering the blaster barrel
- Can only function in either Saber mode, or Blaster mode
- Saber can still function whether blaster is damaged, unless emitter itself is damaged
- Pistol can shoot average blaster bolts having each pack built with both gas, and energy built into clips
- If nonfunctional or unignited, can be used to pistol whip foes, etc.
Ownership: Seth Thomas Schor
Intent: To build Seth a specially designed pair of Sabers that match his skills, and preferences, as well as provide his first pair of light sabers, as well as pay tribute to the sacrifices of his former teacher.
Description: These dual Lightsaber pistols act as anyone might expect. When the saber function is off, it functions as a blaster, and vice versa, but what sets them apart from other sabers is how it accomplishes said feet. The barrel and emitter are one in the same, as the emitter is built into the grip of the blaster. When in blaster mode, to engage into saber mode, as well as engage it's blade, one only needs to click the handle upwards, aligning the emitter, and drawing the sabers blade. To toggle the blade while still in saber mode, pull the trigger once. To switch back into blaster mode, click the grip back into it's original position, un-aligning the emitter, and re-aligning the blasters chambers. Each power pack contains both energy, and gas so as to make standard blaster bolts. It's also stun bolt capable. The power packs are long packs that clip into the top of the barrel, keeping the design streamlined, light, and effective to reload.
Model: G3M-N1
Type: Blaster Pistol/Lightsaber
Size: small; average length being 45 cm when including both components of the weapon.
Weight: 5.5 lbs.
Composition: Durasteel and Phrik
Range:
Optimal: 35 meters
Maximum: 50 Meters
Ammunition Capacity:
- Standard Power Pack: 8 rounds
- High-Capacity Power Packs: 12 rounds
Features:
- Semi-automatic fire of average blaster bolts
- Traditional lightsaber functions
- Open trigger guard
- Iron sight for each Saber-Pistol
- Polished phrik outer plating covering the blaster barrel
- Can only function in either Saber mode, or Blaster mode
- Saber can still function whether blaster is damaged, unless emitter itself is damaged
- Pistol can shoot average blaster bolts having each pack built with both gas, and energy built into clips
- If nonfunctional or unignited, can be used to pistol whip foes, etc.
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- Messages
- 159
- Reaction score
- 33
"If you intend to fight me, you'd better be ready to kill me. Otherwise it would be best you know one thing. I will come for you, and I will not stop, because hell's coming with me."
Name: Seth Thomas Schor
- Nickname: The Metal Gear Gunslinger
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 30 Standard years
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Force Sensitive: Yes, untrained, and aware.
- Nickname: The Metal Gear Gunslinger
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 30 Standard years
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Force Sensitive: Yes, untrained, and aware.
Appearance: Seth is an average 5'10" with skin that falls directly inbetween pale, and tan. He has dirty blonde hair that borders on brunette. He is skinny with blue eyes, and a muscle toned core from his upbringing.
Attributes:
Having been raised by former mercenaries turned bandit, Seth is well versed.
Advanced hand to hand combat, rifle marksmanship, pistol slinging/quickdraw, ship and speeder repair, speaks basic, Huttese, and Ithorese. Excellent pilot skills, and flexibility with strength that still doesn't match a wookie, but can more then help him out in a bar fight. All wrapped with good stamina, and constitution.. for a skinny boy mercenary.
Having been raised by former mercenaries turned bandit, Seth is well versed.
Advanced hand to hand combat, rifle marksmanship, pistol slinging/quickdraw, ship and speeder repair, speaks basic, Huttese, and Ithorese. Excellent pilot skills, and flexibility with strength that still doesn't match a wookie, but can more then help him out in a bar fight. All wrapped with good stamina, and constitution.. for a skinny boy mercenary.
Personality:
Seth is kind, awkward, and weird to say the least. He means well for others in his duties, as he follows the tenets set before him by his now dead clan, and strives to become more skilled. He can have moments of anger, but it takes alot to piss him off. Though poke him with something personal, and he will end you. Enough said.
Seth is kind, awkward, and weird to say the least. He means well for others in his duties, as he follows the tenets set before him by his now dead clan, and strives to become more skilled. He can have moments of anger, but it takes alot to piss him off. Though poke him with something personal, and he will end you. Enough said.
Biography:
Having been taken as a child barely old enough to have ever known his parents, Seth was taken by a group of bandits who turned out to be former Mercenaries, on the planet of Lothal, ironically naming their clan after their former platoon "Mercenaries", Being raised as one of their own, going so far as to be under the leaders wing, and considering him his own son, his father told him he was of his own blood for a multitude of reasons.
The bandits seemed like harsh people at a young age, but as Seth grew, he realized what they really were. As it turned out, this former band of mercenaries had redacted from their company, not without escaping first, and decided to make theit own way on an outerms rim planet. Tired from all the killing, and destruction they'd been paid for in their wake, they became bandits, raiding villages corrupted by greed and deception, and killing other bandit clans. Taking half of the loot as their payment, and giving the rest to villages in need, they would leave the materials under the cover of night whilst they slept. They were thought of by bandits and villages alike to be terrors of the local areas, attracting alot of attention, but that's exactly how they wanted it.
Growing up in this clan, it felt more and more like Seth had not just a family, but alot of brothers of great heart. He was taught basic education, how to speak one of the planets local languages, learning to understand another, advanced hand to hand combat whom he learned from his father directly, marksmanship with a rifle at up to 500 meters, and pistol slinging/quick draw up to 100 meters.
To top it off, they taught him to fix anything that flies, be it a ship or a speeder, and above all how to pilot both.
After a childhood of close family, mercenary training, and having tagged along with several raid missions, Seth was made a full clan member at the age of eighteen. However it would be short lived, as one night he had a dream of the destruction of his clan, and the killing of his father. When he brought it to him, he simply wrote it off as a nightmare, and told him not to worry. Their forces were large, well trained and well experienced. It was thought impossible, that is, until the dream came true the next day.
Seth frantically tried to find his father in the crumbling main hall, where his father was being crushed by fallen rubble. In his final words he said this:
"It I'd okay that we die here. We were never going to truly pay for the pain we caused. Just remember who you are, remember to will always be a Mercenary, but ask you only one thing. Live, and do so for yourself, but let our tenets, and our clan live on in you. Our greatest achievement." He sniffles with a tear.
"And find, your real parents!" Shoving Seth and telling him to get out while he still had the chance, Seth escaped with the last operable ship they had. He still Flys said ship today, donning it with the name of his apparently adopted fathers nickname. Desperado.
After that, Seth made his way in the galaxy, taking up only jobs that fell under his clans tenets also giving himself a break with part salvage of his own merit to keep himself afloat, aquiring the gear he uses today from bounty rewards, thankful customers, and occasional market finds.
He is still searching for his parents to this day, and may one day rebuild his clan to greater glory. To lead them into a new beginning.
The Fall of the Republic:
From the fall of the republic, and it's five years of absence with the Empire taking it's place, Seth is unaffected by the shift in government. Having been given title of elder for his old Mandalorian teacher, among other things, Seth strove to complete the tasks set before him by his old teachers last wishes alongside Aiden Fett. He still keeps up with future CEO Paya Shacta in her quest to make the best space walmart, the galaxy has ever known, all the while, following the teachings left behind for him by his deceased Mandolorian teacher, Sol'yc Ruus'alor Fett, taking up swordsman skills thus far. And so, with the many path's laid before him, Seth does his best to follow them all carefully.
Having been taken as a child barely old enough to have ever known his parents, Seth was taken by a group of bandits who turned out to be former Mercenaries, on the planet of Lothal, ironically naming their clan after their former platoon "Mercenaries", Being raised as one of their own, going so far as to be under the leaders wing, and considering him his own son, his father told him he was of his own blood for a multitude of reasons.
The bandits seemed like harsh people at a young age, but as Seth grew, he realized what they really were. As it turned out, this former band of mercenaries had redacted from their company, not without escaping first, and decided to make theit own way on an outerms rim planet. Tired from all the killing, and destruction they'd been paid for in their wake, they became bandits, raiding villages corrupted by greed and deception, and killing other bandit clans. Taking half of the loot as their payment, and giving the rest to villages in need, they would leave the materials under the cover of night whilst they slept. They were thought of by bandits and villages alike to be terrors of the local areas, attracting alot of attention, but that's exactly how they wanted it.
Growing up in this clan, it felt more and more like Seth had not just a family, but alot of brothers of great heart. He was taught basic education, how to speak one of the planets local languages, learning to understand another, advanced hand to hand combat whom he learned from his father directly, marksmanship with a rifle at up to 500 meters, and pistol slinging/quick draw up to 100 meters.
To top it off, they taught him to fix anything that flies, be it a ship or a speeder, and above all how to pilot both.
After a childhood of close family, mercenary training, and having tagged along with several raid missions, Seth was made a full clan member at the age of eighteen. However it would be short lived, as one night he had a dream of the destruction of his clan, and the killing of his father. When he brought it to him, he simply wrote it off as a nightmare, and told him not to worry. Their forces were large, well trained and well experienced. It was thought impossible, that is, until the dream came true the next day.
Seth frantically tried to find his father in the crumbling main hall, where his father was being crushed by fallen rubble. In his final words he said this:
"It I'd okay that we die here. We were never going to truly pay for the pain we caused. Just remember who you are, remember to will always be a Mercenary, but ask you only one thing. Live, and do so for yourself, but let our tenets, and our clan live on in you. Our greatest achievement." He sniffles with a tear.
"And find, your real parents!" Shoving Seth and telling him to get out while he still had the chance, Seth escaped with the last operable ship they had. He still Flys said ship today, donning it with the name of his apparently adopted fathers nickname. Desperado.
After that, Seth made his way in the galaxy, taking up only jobs that fell under his clans tenets also giving himself a break with part salvage of his own merit to keep himself afloat, aquiring the gear he uses today from bounty rewards, thankful customers, and occasional market finds.
He is still searching for his parents to this day, and may one day rebuild his clan to greater glory. To lead them into a new beginning.
The Fall of the Republic:
From the fall of the republic, and it's five years of absence with the Empire taking it's place, Seth is unaffected by the shift in government. Having been given title of elder for his old Mandalorian teacher, among other things, Seth strove to complete the tasks set before him by his old teachers last wishes alongside Aiden Fett. He still keeps up with future CEO Paya Shacta in her quest to make the best space walmart, the galaxy has ever known, all the while, following the teachings left behind for him by his deceased Mandolorian teacher, Sol'yc Ruus'alor Fett, taking up swordsman skills thus far. And so, with the many path's laid before him, Seth does his best to follow them all carefully.
Skills:
- Fluently speaks Basic, Huttese, and understands Ithorese
- Marksman with rifle, and pistols, though shows more skill in pistols as well as quick-draw
- Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Basic first aid
- Hand to hand combat training (Includes knife combat skills)
- Minor Droid repair knowledge
- Fluently speaks Basic, Huttese, and understands Ithorese
- Marksman with rifle, and pistols, though shows more skill in pistols as well as quick-draw
- Ship and speeder mechanical repair knowledge
- Basic first aid
- Hand to hand combat training (Includes knife combat skills)
- Minor Droid repair knowledge
Gear:
- Seth wears a black canvas duster, with a plain neon sky blue t-shirt, and a black felt cowboy hat with a neon sky blue lace band around the base.
- A pair of dark blue straight cut jeans, HELCOR, and suede leather combat boots with spurs on the back of the heels, as well as armorplast calf armor plating.
- Right wrist has an armorplast bracer with built in comm link.
- A 7 inch hunting knife strapped halfway up his right leg, and carries 2 standard explosive grenades
- A durasteel mask that wraps around half the face.
- He pilots a YG-300 Light freighter along side his droid companion S€ar£et. His female voiced, junk fixed, Czerka Security droid, that's been fixed using parts from astromechs, to servant, and battle droids. She's excellent when operating as a turret gunner, but so little of the original droid model is left, that she's not what she used to be in terms of combat. She also makes an excellent navigator, and pilot, when Seth needs to rest, or simply needs an autopilot for when he's doing something aboard the ship.
- He uses a dual pair of lightsaber pistols known as "Gemini'", a modified version of this tech right here
Picture Notes: Saber does not have 2 triggers, no trigger guard, grip is more ergonomically
curved similar to a revolver grip, attachment on top is not apart of saber, and in same area houses the
power packs for pistol mode. Trigger used of the two in picture is furthest from grip.
Approved by Korvo
- Seth wears a black canvas duster, with a plain neon sky blue t-shirt, and a black felt cowboy hat with a neon sky blue lace band around the base.
- A pair of dark blue straight cut jeans, HELCOR, and suede leather combat boots with spurs on the back of the heels, as well as armorplast calf armor plating.
- Right wrist has an armorplast bracer with built in comm link.
- A 7 inch hunting knife strapped halfway up his right leg, and carries 2 standard explosive grenades
- A durasteel mask that wraps around half the face.
- He pilots a YG-300 Light freighter along side his droid companion S€ar£et. His female voiced, junk fixed, Czerka Security droid, that's been fixed using parts from astromechs, to servant, and battle droids. She's excellent when operating as a turret gunner, but so little of the original droid model is left, that she's not what she used to be in terms of combat. She also makes an excellent navigator, and pilot, when Seth needs to rest, or simply needs an autopilot for when he's doing something aboard the ship.
- He uses a dual pair of lightsaber pistols known as "Gemini'", a modified version of this tech right here
Picture Notes: Saber does not have 2 triggers, no trigger guard, grip is more ergonomically
curved similar to a revolver grip, attachment on top is not apart of saber, and in same area houses the
power packs for pistol mode. Trigger used of the two in picture is furthest from grip.
Affiliation: Force Users
Ownership: Seth Thomas Schor
Intent: To build Seth a specially designed pair of Sabers that match his skills, preferences, provide his first pair of light sabers, and pay tribute to the sacrifices of his former teacher.
Description: These dual Lightsaber pistols act as anyone might expect. When the saber function is off, it functions as a blaster, and vice versa, but what sets them apart from other sabers is how it accomplishes said feet. The barrel and emitter are one in the same, as the emitter is built into the grip of the blaster. When in blaster mode, to engage into saber mode, as well as engage it's blade, one only needs to click the handle upwards, aligning the emitter, and drawing the sabers blade. To toggle the blade while still in saber mode, pull the trigger once. To switch back into blaster mode, click the grip back into it's original position, un-aligning the emitter, and re-aligning the blasters chambers. Each power pack contains both energy, and gas so as to make standard blaster bolts. It's also stun bolt capable. The power packs are long packs that clip into the top of the barrel, keeping the design streamlined, light, and effective to reload.
Model: G3M-N1
Type: Blaster Pistol/Lightsaber
Size: small; average length being 45 cm when including both components of the weapon.
Weight: 5.5 lbs.
Composition: Durasteel and Phrik
Range:
Optimal: 35 meters
Maximum: 50 Meters
Ammunition Capacity:
- Standard Power Pack: 8 rounds
- High-Capacity Power Packs: 12 rounds
Features:
- Semi-automatic fire of average blaster bolts
- Traditional lightsaber functions
- Open trigger guard
- Iron sight for each Saber-Pistol
- Polished phrik outer plating covering the blaster barrel
- Can only function in either Saber mode, or Blaster mode
- Saber can still function whether blaster is damaged, unless emitter itself is damaged
- Pistol can shoot average blaster bolts having each pack built with both gas, and energy built into clips
- If nonfunctional or unignited, can be used to pistol whip foes, etc.
Ownership: Seth Thomas Schor
Intent: To build Seth a specially designed pair of Sabers that match his skills, preferences, provide his first pair of light sabers, and pay tribute to the sacrifices of his former teacher.
Description: These dual Lightsaber pistols act as anyone might expect. When the saber function is off, it functions as a blaster, and vice versa, but what sets them apart from other sabers is how it accomplishes said feet. The barrel and emitter are one in the same, as the emitter is built into the grip of the blaster. When in blaster mode, to engage into saber mode, as well as engage it's blade, one only needs to click the handle upwards, aligning the emitter, and drawing the sabers blade. To toggle the blade while still in saber mode, pull the trigger once. To switch back into blaster mode, click the grip back into it's original position, un-aligning the emitter, and re-aligning the blasters chambers. Each power pack contains both energy, and gas so as to make standard blaster bolts. It's also stun bolt capable. The power packs are long packs that clip into the top of the barrel, keeping the design streamlined, light, and effective to reload.
Model: G3M-N1
Type: Blaster Pistol/Lightsaber
Size: small; average length being 45 cm when including both components of the weapon.
Weight: 5.5 lbs.
Composition: Durasteel and Phrik
Range:
Optimal: 35 meters
Maximum: 50 Meters
Ammunition Capacity:
- Standard Power Pack: 8 rounds
- High-Capacity Power Packs: 12 rounds
Features:
- Semi-automatic fire of average blaster bolts
- Traditional lightsaber functions
- Open trigger guard
- Iron sight for each Saber-Pistol
- Polished phrik outer plating covering the blaster barrel
- Can only function in either Saber mode, or Blaster mode
- Saber can still function whether blaster is damaged, unless emitter itself is damaged
- Pistol can shoot average blaster bolts having each pack built with both gas, and energy built into clips
- If nonfunctional or unignited, can be used to pistol whip foes, etc.
Approved by Korvo
Roleplays:
Pre-Time-Skip:
Looking for Someone lost - Complete - Seths tracking a former member of his long dead family, or clan, but it seems he's not the only one looking for him.
The Journey Begins - Cut short from Time-skip - Seth and his new companion Aiden travel together to find the hidden holotapes left by the twos mutual friend recently deceased in hopes of clues to Seths old outfit, and leads for Aiden's clan. Only the tapes will tell.
Crossing (Buisness) paths - Cut short from Time-skip - When Seth recieves interesting work regarding slavers, he runs into quite an odd Twi'lek, and things go in a direction he'd never thought he'd head.
Post Time-Skip:
Character Changelog:
- Now carries standard explosive grenades, and proficient in sword fighting
- No longer has grappling wrist attachment
- Modified mask to no longer use filters and other vision settings for sake of lighter weight, and mobility
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