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Name: Luke Teth
Aliases: Captain, A Scruffy-looking Nerf-herder
Age: 29
Species: Human
Homeworld: Alderaan
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Droidspeak, Shyriiwook
Occupation: Captain of The Raven

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180lbs
Build: Athletic, Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred Left Cheek
Personal Style: Luke likes to look nice, and individual - he hates uniformity, and outside of his flight suit will never really be seen in any Republic uniform. What he does wear generally revolves around practicality and blending in, his outfit is decent, but it's not so expensive or extravagant that he doesn't blend in with a hundred other spacers. He's generally seen in a collared shirt, dark jacket, military pants and spacer's boots.

Luke keeps his hair cut shorter than average, out of his eyes and off his ears, when he's wearing a helmet, he completely hides his hair. He doesn't make much other effort to groom himself, he's fighting a war after all, not parading in a beauty pageant.

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Idealistic * Opportunistic * Sarcastic * Inexorable * Regretful * Loyal

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Luke is a man who has grown up seeing the world more how he would like it to be than how it truly is. However, he is not completely blind to the reality of things, he knows how to read a situation, and how best to use a person or a scenario at a given time. When an opportunity arises, Luke knows how best to utilize it. An incredibly sarcastic person, it would be hard to establish whether Luke is witty, or just plain annoying, as he has a tendency not to know when to stop with his sarcastic comments.

Just as he doesn't know when to stop with his sense of humour, Luke has no sense of when to quit. When he puts his mind toward a goal, it is nearly impossible to shift him away from that, even when things are going poorly, he will harbour a near never-ending devotion to a cause he's committed himself to. While this can be a good thing, it can lead Luke to stay in a dangerous situation far longer than necessary, perhaps creating more risk, but it does mean that he is incredibly loyal to those who have earned such loyalty. Luke houses a great deal of regret over past decisions, and he hopes to make those decisions right in the years to come.
Habits:

• Scratching behind his ear
• Licking his lips

Hobbies:

• Pazaak
• Sabacc

Fears:

• Superweapons
• The Force
• Mynocks

Likes:

• Gambling
• Exotic Food
• Wookiees
• Fighting
• Cats
• Credits

Dislikes:

• Dogs
• Hutts
• Bounty Hunters
• Hot Weather
• Port Security
• Being without work

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General Skills:

• Charm
• Astrogation
• Leadership
• Perception
• Pilot (Space)
• Streetwise
• Athletics

Combat Skills:

• Brawl
• Blaster Pistols
• Blaster Rifles
• Stamina
• Blades
• Space Combat

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - White Buttoned Shirt, Navy Blue Jacket, Brown trousers, Black Boots
• Wallet - fake IdentCard, credits
• Holocommunicator
• DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Datapad
• Fake Credit Chit
• Quickdraw Holster
• Vibro-Sword
• Hydrospanner
• Stolen, Defunct Holocron

Quarters:

• Astrogation Charts
• Stolen E-11 Blaster Rifle
• A280c Blaster Rifle
• Photos of Alderaan
• Spare Blaster ammunition
• R2 Astromech Droid
• Numerous tools
• Scattered Droid Parts
• Collection of Holovids
• Pazaak/Sabacc decks
• Stash of credits

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Luke grew heavily disenfranchised with the Empire following the destruction of his homeworld. Having been stationed aboard the Death Star and privy to the obliteration of Alderaan, Luke bore witness first-hand to the true nature of the Empire, and chose to have no part in it. Deserting from the Empire, Luke wasted no time making efforts to take up a particularly active role fighting the Empire he'd grown to despise - joining up with the Rebellion.

History: Born to a lesser house of nobles in the Juran Mountains region in Alderaan's Northern Hemisphere, Luke was privy to a decent and fairly luxurious early life. While his father was an average noble, more focused on the running of Alderaan's society than the grander scheme, his mother was heavily involved in the Republic senate, especially during the Clone Wars, and she spent a great deal of time off-world as a result.

When the Republic fell and the Empire rose, not a great deal changed for Luke, Alderaan was an important and relatively peaceful world even under the reign of the Empire, and so he had little to worry about. As he grew up in the comfort of his noble schooling and home, Luke began to entertain his more adventurous side, riding off on his father's speeder into the thin passes and canyons of the mountain, teaching himself to become quite the pilot. Luke was oblivious throughout his childhood of his mother's secret involvement with the fledgling rebellion.

When he turned eighteen, Luke allowed his desire to see more of the galaxy take hold, and he signed up for the Imperial Academy. He rapidly rose to the top of his class as a pilot, and before too long was shipped off to the Academy on Coruscant for more elite training. For the next two years of his life, Luke's training was extensive, and he continued to perform admirably during so, becoming a rather skilled TIE pilot. When he graduated from the Academy, Luke was assigned to the Death Star as a pilot, and he was aboard the station when Alderaan, his homeworld, was destroyed, while he was on a holo-call with his parents.

Witnessing first-hand the barbaric nature of the Empire, Luke almost completely shut down, falling into a deep depression for some time, partially blaming himself for his connection with the Empire. It was hardly any time at all after the planet's destruction that Luke was contacted by a rebellion contact of his mother's. Defecting to the Rebel alliance, Luke arrived on Yavin just in time to take part in the crucial Battle of Yavin, helping to destroy the very station which had destroyed his home.

Luke spent some time assigned to Blue Squadron in the Rebel Alliance, flying numerous missions and attacks on the Empire before he was taken out and reassigned roughly a year before the battle of Hoth. Given the Raven by Wedge Antilles, Luke hand-picked his crew, and set out to smuggle supplies and carry out other specific missions for the Rebellion, and later, the New Republic. Luke and the Raven were one of the first picked for Mon Mothma's diplomatic missions after the Battle of Endor.

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Character Quote: "Hokey Religions and Ancient Weapons are nothing compared to a good blaster at your side."
Theme Song: Panic! At the Disco - The Emperor's New Clothes
Imperial Record: Treason, Deserting, Murder, Smuggling, Terrorism
Anything Else: And Empire Strikes Back!
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Name: Matthew Senrick McConnell
Aliases: "Matt", "Sen", "Marek", "Mac"
Age: 35
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Standard (Corellian Accent); Huttese; Droidspeak (Basic); High Galactic
Occupation: Mercenary

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Height: 6 Feet
Weight: 172 pounds
Build: Hefty/Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Lightish Brown
Skin Tone: Caucasian | Lightly Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Matthew has a double slash mark, in the form of an X, on his back. The left mark goes down from his back shoulder to his mid back, while his right is slightly lower then it. He also has a tattoo of a Kyrat dragon down his left upper arm. Matthew doesn't have any piercings.
Personal Style: Matthew's clothing style is rather laid-back and can chuck on almost anything depending on the situation. For missions regarding as a mercenary, he usually wears a reddish-brown, or simply brown, leather jacket, ending with a cape-like bottom, similar to this, with a black or dark grey undershirt. He also wears regular work pants that are loose enough for him to move around in. He also wears a special helmet that can help him with tracking down opponents and good for night vision, as well as a hat sometimes. In his words, Matt "wants to look stylish, but badass at the same time."

When it comes to working around star cruisers or in bases, Matt's attire is, again, putting on what's in front of him. However, he is usually seen in a white t-shirt, with black work overalls, or in one of his working leather jackets. He isn't too picky about what he wears though, he really is fine with almost anything.

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Courageous * Cocky * Confident * Intelligent * Care-Free * Optimistic

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Matthew is usually an upbeat and care-free individual who happens to love his job as a mercenary. He loves to go on various alien worlds and explore the living crap out of them, as well as shooting bad guys in the process. He also likes cracking up a few jokes here and there, usually being sarcastic and cocky in various situations, all while retaining a high confidence of himself and towards his friends. Some say he's almost like a grown child at times, seemingly innocent and taking life at an almost leisurely pace. In fact, some have even compared him to the famous Han Solo, only being much less cranky and cynical of course.

However, when it comes to more gritty situations, Matt can instantly change his mindset to fit the present situation. In battle, he's quick-thinking and can almost get himself out of any situation the galaxy has to throw at him, even if his plans can almost get him killed in the process. He's also very relatable to most folk, as well as a good listener and emphasizer, and often tries to cheer them up if they're in a soggy mood. Overall, despite his more childish personality that he usually shows, he can also adapt to the situation at hand if need be, proving to have rather flexible personalities.

Habits:

• Legs are almost constantly bouncing when sitting down
• Rubbing Chin

Hobbies:

• Traveling
• Rock Collection
• Comic Book Collection

Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

• Going Broke
• Loosing Friends
• Getting Trapped

Likes:

• Adventure
• Guns
• Explosives
• Food
• Comedy
• Comics

Dislikes:

• Backstabbers
• Womp rats
• Politicians
• Imperials
• Assholes
• Waiting

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General Skills:

• Negotiation
• Mechanics
• Charm
• Discipline
• Pilot (Space)
• Coordination
• Athletics

Combat Skills:

• Pistols
• Blasters
• Judo
• Stamina
• Improvision
• Blades

What Is On Your Person:

• Blaster-Pistol (Right Coat Pocket)
• Blaster Rifle (Belt)
• Vibro-Blade (Belt)
• Waller (Cards, Credits)
• Family picture of he, dad, and his brother (For good luck)
• Clothing (Reddish-Brown leather coat, black undershirt, black work pants, leather boots, white socks, black gloves)
• Two Bacta Canisters (Left Coat Pocket)
• Holoprojector (Left Coat Pocket)
• Headphones & Music Player

Quarters:

• Various maps of hyperspace routes
• Extra blasters/pistols
• Extra ammunition for said weapons
• Pictures of his father
• An average computer
• Rations (Lasting up to two weeks)
• Books on various languages
• Collection of rare rocks and gems
• Collection of comic books
• Twin-sized bed
• Comb

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Matthew joined the Rebellion due to two things. The first was obviously for adventure. The second however, was due to both his father and older brother being executed by the Empire, and he joined the growing rebellion to avenge his death. That was when he was done playing the neutral card as a smuggler and decided to put his skills into proper use. Plus, he always wanted to help make a better galaxy for everyone against the Imperial's wrath.
History: Matthew Senrick McConnel was a caucasian human male born on the planet of Corellia. His mother died when he was very young, hence he lived in an all male house hold, with his father and older brother, Antony. His father was a well known smuggler who was often away for long periods of time, leaving he and Tony to live by themselves, but never did he let them run out of money. The two were known to be troublemakers at school, often pulling pranks and being rebellious to their superiors at times, but were always somehow able to keep themselves from failing school altogether. Regardless, they didn't want to learn to become say, an engineer, or some boring politician, they wanted to explore the galaxy, and to ultimately follow in their father's footsteps no doubt. On some occasions when they were younger, he would take the two brothers out on his starship and they get to watch how he works, as well as sightsee different planets in the process. Life for them seemed pretty bright.

However, it was after the Clone Wars was when things turned to the worst. When the Galactic Empire rose to power, they cracked down on crime and rebellion throughout the rising and glory days of their reign. This made it more difficult for Matthew and his family to live, with their income made almost solely on illegal activities, such as gambling and trading in Spice. Despite this, for awhile they were just able to make it above poverty levels. They eventually fought alongside the rapidly growing Corellian Resistance movement against the Empire, trying their best to raise up against them. Unfortunately, it was during a full scale battle, that Matthew's brother was severely injured and later died due to his injuries. He and his parents grieved over his death and secretly buried him on top of a hill a mile away from the town they were living in.

Matthew knew that he shouldn't stay in Corellia for any longer, especially how the Empire was already pushing back the resistance into almost certain defeat. The two then decided to make a risky move into trying to escape the planet's airspace and get as far away from the Empire as possible. But as the two quickly head to their ship, Imperial stormtroopers were right on their heals. Long story short, Matt's father sacrificed himself to make sure that he was able to escape, in which he did. Both saddened and angered by their deaths, he fell into a short period of agonizing depression, unable to know what he should do. He felt helpless and lost. Perhaps he should just go somewhere far, far away and never be seen again.

That was when he discovered the Rebellion, along with it's recent victories against the Empire. Perhaps there was a way to fighting back after all? Feeling like he just had a new lease on life, Matthew then joined the Rebellion Alliance, where he became both a smuggler and mercenary, fighting back against the Empire with rapid success. He even once went on a mission with Han Solo and his partner Chewbacca on an Imperial weapons factory once. Once again, he felt just like himself again. He had participated in many great battles, such as the Battle of Haidoral Prime, the Battle of Hoth, and even taken part of the Battle of Endor, as well as other low-scaled missions as well. By the time the Rebellion turned into the New Republic, Matthew was a well known mercenary and part-time smuggler. After Endor, he came back to his home planet Corellia to visit the graves of both his father and brother, telling them that they've been avenged and that he will continue to serve the New Republic till the Empire was absolutely defeated once and for all.

While also getting a good kick out of it too...

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Character Quote: "Life is always short, so have as much fun as you can with it."
Theme Song: Warriors - Imagine Dragons
Imperial Record: Larceny upon Imperial property, first-degree murder, and terrorist actions against the Empire.
Anything Else: Matthew earned his armored suit after his mission with Han Solo and Chewbacca, in which he was presented it by them as an honorary gift. He has been close friends with them ever since.
Have to go with the Force Awakens. May be considered a more modern reinterpretation on a New Hope, but man, they brought in good new characters as well as the old. Can't wait for Episode 8 and 9!
Also this is one of my favorites.
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Name:Caitlyn Sutton Anne Corandel
Aliases: Sutton, Cait, Coran
Age: 28
Species: Human
Homeworld: Chandrila
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Female
Languages: Galatic Standard, Durese, High Galatic, Huttese
Occupation: Second in Command of the Raven

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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 135 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Dramatic and intense burns on her hands from a childhood accident, tattoo of an arrow (compass rose style) near the collarbone
Personal Style: Sutton tends to prefer clothing that won't get in her way. Having spent most of her life roaming the galaxy and evading the authorities, Sutton wears things that are functional and doesn't stand out too much, similar to this. She wears an olive green leather-ish jacket, some fashion of t-shirt, and military style pants. She could've been dressed by Han Solo.

For her hair, Sutton tends to tie it back or braid it back. It stays out of her eyes that way, and if in combat, no one can take advantage of it. Makeup isn't her thing. She's got better things to attend to. A blaster will kill whether or not she's got mascara on, after all.

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Adventurous * Stubborn * Curious * Impractical * Charismatic * Lonely

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Raised without anywhere to truly call home, Sutton is an incredibly free spirit, prone to a nomadic lifestyle. She doesn't make true connections with people easily, despite getting along with them quickly enough. Sutton is the type with a lot of friends, but very few people who she could consider to be best friends. Her adventurous nature is thus a curse, but due to pure stubbornness, Sutton turns down chances and opportunities to give her permanence--systematic of her fear of commitment, no matter what shape or form.

However, Sutton is rather easy to get along with. She loves listening to people and hearing stories, and she has a few to tell herself. A bit prone to unnecessarily complicate things, Sutton usually goes for the most outrageous path to accomplishing something, rather than the logical one. Still finding her feet, it is unlikely that Sutton will "settle down" anytime soon. Her drive had pushed her towards joining the smugglers for the Hutts, but due to her rejection, Sutton is confused and searching for something that will bring her new challenges each day--and perhaps, eventually, stability.

Habits:

• Twirling a knife her father gave her while she reads
• Biting her nails

Hobbies:

• Hunting
• Antiquing
• Traveling
• Learning about ancient and long gone cultures
• Pod racing

Fears:

• Confinement
• Ruining her mother's life
• Marriage/Relationships

Likes:

• Running
• Fighting
• Exploring
• Dogs
• New and exotic foods
• Foreign films
• The Rebellion Military Forces

Dislikes:

• Cats
• Vigilantes
• Deadbeats
• Politicians
• Port Security
• Womanizers

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General Skills:

• Navigation
• Negotiation
• Breaking and Entering
• Piloting (small craft)
• Mechanics
• Diplomacy
• Disguise

Combat Skills:

• Pistols
• Kickboxing
• Parkour
• Stamina
• Knives
• Blasters

Day to Day Belongings:

• 2 sporting blasters (concealed near boot)
• Dagger (gift from father)
• Dog tags (belonged to grandfather, mother's side)
• Wallet: fake IdentCard, credits from mother
• Clothing: Black tank top, olive-green army jacket, black pants, army boots, olive socks, black gloves
• Bobby pin
• Blaster (on hip)
• Compass

Quarters:

• Maps of various worlds
• Various artifacts/souvenirs from her travels
• Photo album of her travels with her father
• Father's death certificate
• Two spare sporting blasters
• Two striker projectile pistols (fully loaded)
• Three spare blasters
• Collection of foreign films
• Various dictionaries

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Sutton was tired of living on Tatooine, needing some more fulfillment in her life. As soon as her medical procedure was completed, she joined the rebellion ranks. Despite certain her mother would detest her, Sutton had hated the Empire, always getting into conflicts with them among her many travels. Part of her blames them for her father being forced to run, rather than get the treatment for his tumor at a decent hospital. It's time for her to make a difference.

History: Sutton's father was an adventurer, and her mother, a prominent official for the Empire. The two of them had a love affair, and her mother kept Sutton mostly secret, avoiding the press as best as she could. Her mother received a promotion of sorts, becoming responsible for their home planet; Sutton and her father left the planet, traveling to look for adventure. Her father was a drifter, doing odd jobs, as they navigated from place to place. He taught Sutton how to protect herself.

When Sutton was eight, they spent a year in Jakku, only to somehow end up on Coruscant. The Imperial authorities attempted to arrest her father for some crime or the other, and the pair of them fled. Roughly once a month, credits from her mother would arrive, designed to be used to pay for Sutton's care and to keep her existence secret--her father, instead, gambled the money away on promised relics and artifacts.

By the time Sutton was seventeen, they had found themselves in Naboo. Her father was attempting to look for lost artifacts, when he collapsed from an intense pressure in his head. He died three months later from a brain tumor. With no family, the authorities attempted to send Sutton to an orphanage, but she stowed away on a transport ship, intent on finding her mother and making peace. She found her mother happily married, with a picture perfect family, positioning herself for a far more important position.

Rather than tarnish her mother's political career, Sutton ended up on Tatooine, supporting herself as a a scavenger for the Hutts. As soon as she turned eighteen, Sutton attempted to become a smuggler for the Hutts instead. During a routine medical examination, which she found ridiculous to begin with, she was informed she wouldn't last long as a smuggler. She had an illness promised to kill her within five years if not treated. She spent the next few years, while the fight against the Empire was going on, saving up for the procedure. By the time she was cleared of her medical issues, the Empire had fallen.

Her mother's line of work had fallen as well, with her scrambling to be accepted as a closeted rebel leader. Hardly anyone believes that, causing Sutton's steady line of credit from her mother to be cut off, leaving her penniless. Rather than sign up to be a smuggler as she intended, Sutton instead joined the New Republic, offering the skills she picked up from her travels around the galaxy. Skilled in combat and with an extensive cultural knowledge, Sutton was placed on the Raven as the second.

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Character Quote: "You'll never know what's out there until you find it."
Theme Song: Acapella by Karmin
Imperial Record: Thanks to her mother, she has no record. They don't know she exists.
Anything Else: The illness that disqualified her was a rapidly developing brain tumor.
roleplayerguild.com/posts/3807378 aaaand....Force Awakens? New Hope? All of them? I can't decide!

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Name: Corrina Danala Sorovia neé Corrina Danala
Aliases: Was often codenamed “Kalidor.” Also (incorrectly) referred to as Lady Sorovia by shorthanded opposing negotiating parties that desperately want to appeal to Corrina’s good graces.
Age: 38
Species: Human
Homeworld: Naboo
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic Standard, Huttese, Ithorese, Rodian, Durese, Sullustese
Occupation: Senator for the New Republic; also dabbles in spying and selling information

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Height: 5’9
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Lean, and though still somewhat strong, not quite as quick or athletic as in her younger years
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: On her back is a tattooed list of the names of each Rebel soldier that died protecting her, and on her left forearm vines wrap around the arm, much like a wedding band. She has three piercings around her right ear, three rings, each with a different colored stone.
Personal Style: Corrina is wealthy and powerful, and she goes well out of her way to show it. She dresses, appropriately, much like a Naboo noble, and though her outfits are never quite as extravagant the Queen of Naboo’s were, Corrina would give any other person of stature in the galaxy a run for their money. She typically wears long and silky dresses, causing Corrina to appear as if she were simply flowing about like water. They are designed with bright, eye catching colors, often in patterns inspired by nature.

Doesn’t really do her too well when the blasters start to go off, though. If things are really too dangerous for her normal outfits, she has a spare set of Rebel military fatigues from her time on Yavin IV.

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Patient * Indecisive * Discerning * Nosy * Inspiring * Full of it, quite honestly

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Widowed (So technically single, if you want to try your luck!)

Personality: Nothing matters more to Corrina than eradicating the Empire and establishing the New Republic as the galaxy’s central government. Her entire life’s work has been devoted to this one task, and that isn’t about to change any time soon. She is fiercely loyal to the New Republic, and though she is hardly a firebrand, she will go out of her way to defend it.

In any case, Corrina knows both the life of luxury and the life of a soldier, having stuck with the New Republic since its early beginnings as the Rebel Alliance as well as being born a rich noblewoman on Naboo and being raised partly on Coruscant. Her wealthy upbringing often prevails over her grittier side, causing Corrina to come off as a bit of a snob. She takes herself entirely too seriously, knows she could buy out just about anybody in the galaxy, and more often than not, seems like she doesn’t think you’re worth her time.

But break that down, either through trust or by gnawing away at her uptight exterior, and Corrina’s time with the Rebellion shows through. Though she never really was a soldier, she respects and appreciates soldiers for their sacrifices. Such appreciation was extrapolated onto other walks of life. Corrina sees the value in everyone, and often tries to appeal to it or exploit it in any way she can to meet her needs. It makes her a bit of a natural leader, as she can use earned trust and form strong symbiotic relationships at will.

At the end of the day, however, she’s still a politician and a negotiator. Corrina’s ability can go the other direction: she sees people for what they are, sees what they want out of her, and can just as easily turn it against them. It’s a frightening combination; on one hand she’s appealing to your trust in her to overcome any obstacle together, but on the other she’s carefully setting opposing negotiators into a trap of their own doing. This makes forming trust difficult - most people see her as the cold, callous politician and never make it to the warmer, friendlier interior.

But Corrina is heavily dependent on forming bonds with those around her. After all, somebody has to protect her skin if it all hits the fan, right? She often does her homework on the crew when she receives a new assignment, making sure she can find compatibility and establish a rapport with them so she can trust them to keep her safe.

Habits:

• Smoking. It’s a secret. Mostly.
• Orgainzing everything.

Hobbies:

• Dejarik - though she’s no good, and quite frankly, might not know the rules!
• Learning new languages - comes with the job, but she likes it. She’s working on Aqualish at the moment, which they say is easier when you know Huttese and Rodian.
• Keeping up to date with galactic news, from major political shifts all the way down to the nitty gritty, such as updates in trade routes or 12 Reasons Your Local Twi’Lek Stripper Is Smarter Than You. (Knowledge is power… right?)

Fears:

• Re-entering a relationship. Losing one partner is hard enough.
• Naboo’s destruction. She knows what happened to Alderaan and even though the Death Star’s been destroyed (twice), she hates the thought of losing Naboo.
• Being betrayed

Likes:

• Weakening the Empire
• Establishing peace in the galaxy
• Organization and order
• When nobody has to draw a weapon
• Travelling the galaxy
• A nice, quiet moment every once in a while to catch a breath

Dislikes:

• Chaos
• Fighting
• The Empire
• Droids
• Losing in Dejarik (Happens a lot, as you might expect.)
• Her ability and usefulness being questioned (She takes it reaaaal personal.)

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General Skills:

• Leadership
• Charm
• Streetwise
• Core Worlds
• Outer Rim
• Xenology
• Education

Combat Skills:

• Blaster pistols
• Calling for help
• Ducking for cover
• Getting out of the line of fire
• Running for her life
• Thanking the people protecting her defenseless ass

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - I mentioned the dresses, right? And that Rebel military outfit. So it’s either a dress or those fatigues.
• A DL-44 pistol. Hey, Han Solo used one, so it’s gotta be good.
• Communicator
• However much money in as many different currencies she has in a purse. Or in a pocket somewhere if she’s in the fatigues.
• A datapad that pretty much has everything she needs. Intel for her missions and assignments, background checks on people around her, the latest in Tatooine pod racing - what more could you want? That goes in the purse. Or the pockets.
• Cigarras. And a lighter. Always. Also in the purse. Or pockets.

Quarters:

• A computer where she stores any and all data gathered before and after a mission, all data carefully and neatly organized. Corrina typically tries to get it linked to the ship navicomputer, so she can stay up to date with drift charts and such. If there’s an off chance she needs to know something, it’s on that computer.
• Pictures of her and her wife on Naboo
• A Pazaak deck (she can actually play pazaak, unlike dejarik, but she finds it boring)
• Those dresses I mentioned
• A collection of gifts given to and received from her wife
• A flower from Naboo in a vase

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: #rebel4lyfe Am I right? In all seriousness, though, Corrina’s parents were wealthy owners of a cargo transport company based on Coruscant during the days of the Republic, loyal to the Republic from the Invasion of Naboo through the Clone Wars. However, when the nature of the newly formed Empire became apparent to the galaxy, Corrina’s parents shifted their allegiance to the Rebellion, funding and supporting it in any way she could. Simply put, Corrina was raised beliving in the principles and ideals of the Rebellion - a galaxy free from the oppressive reign of the Empire. Also, the fun little bit about betrayal, dead parents and wives, and the Empire, all below in the history!

History: As a child, Corrina often moved between Coruscant and Naboo, following wherever her parents went. She was raised almost as royalty, as the Danala family’s wealth was nearly unrivaled on Naboo. When her family began to assist the Rebel Alliance, Corrina was just 19. Eager to help as well, Corrina abandoned her family to become a smuggler for the Alliance, purchasing a frigate of her own. She made it through two jobs over the course of three months before she realized the dirty work simply wasn’t for her; Corrina returned home to live with her parents and let them assist the Rebels indirectly.

It was during her return to Naboo she met her lover and future wife, Virya Sorovia. Virya was only a visitor to Naboo at the time, but Corrina was able to convince her to stay. The couple married and settled down into a house of their own, living peacefully for several years. During this time, Corrina found it interesting to spend her time learning languages from around the galaxy, or keeping up to date with the state of galactic affairs. Gotta do something when you and your wife are both rich housewives being funded and supported by your rich-ass parents, right?

As always with stories like these, the peace had to come to an end. When Corrina was 26, the Empire discovered the Danala family’s treason and raided their estate; during the attack, Corrina’s parents, as well as Virya, were killed. Left with her family’s wealth and company, Corrina fled for Yavin IV, where she knew the Rebel Alliance was hiding. She was taken in as a token of gratitude for her parents contributions, though was told she needed to find a way to contribute to the Rebellion soon.

She discovered that she had a way with words, a talent only bolstered by her knowledge of languages and her interest in keeping up with the social and political maneuverings of the galaxy. She became a key political agent for the Rebellion, swaying people to join the cause and convincing key financial and business partners to support the Rebellion with credits, weapons, and other resources. And, on the side, maybe a little spying on the Empire here and there, stealing valuable secrets and whatnot. Just for fun.

After the Battle of Endor, Corrina was repurposed to become a senator in the newly formed New Republic. It wasn’t like her new title had any effect on her role, at all. She had the same job, just a little bit more official this time. She found herself sent on board the Raven; a familiar assignment, but all the more exciting given the wave of change she would be riding as a representative for the New Republic.

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Character Quote: “I’m sure you think you have the advantage in these negotiations, but rest assured, you do not.”
Theme Song:

Imperial Record: Smuggling (4 counts), Assault on an Imperial Officer (3 counts), Murdering an Imperial Officer/Agent (1 count), Murdering an Imperial Officer/Agent - Secondhand (113 counts), Sabotage of an Imperial Station (2 counts), Spying for the Rebellion (77 counts), General Treason Against the Empire (count too high), Trespassing (1 count). Thank whoever's out there that she never got arrested for all this crap.
Anything Else: I 100% have to go with The Force Awakens. I absolutely adore all the movies, but Daisy Ridley and John Boyega knock this one out of the park.
Also this one’s nice.
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Name: Kayala Priver Stalack
Aliases: * _{Denotes previously used, tries not to use again}

• Nanlea Riggsmi - Empire Intelligence Officer From Coruscant
• Yvonsara Stalack - Scrap Trader From Tatooine
• Lynruth Hulfow - Explorer From Dantooine
• Genetary Hoawey - Court Handmaiden From Naboo *
• Ivyria Chadedg - Fall Diver From Alderaan *
• Yesebry Colcarl - Tibanna Processor From Bespin *
• Colmira Mitstea - Thorilide Refiner from Gorse *

Age: 28
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic Basic (most dialects), Mandalorian, Huttese
Occupation: Face

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Athletic/Curvy
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light Tan with Peach Undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, several small scars (abdomen, lower back, upper thighs) from over the years but nothing large. Most are faded and go unnoticed.

Personal Style: Kayala really has no personal style of her own. From years of having the play the part that was needed she never developed one. Now there are some outfits she prefers to wear over others just due to comfort factor but when it comes down to it, it is just what is available at the time that she wears. Her large and diverse wardrobe lets her pick what she wishes but if she were to have to design or shop on her own for something just for her she wouldn't know where to begin. She would ask which planet they are stopping on next and just pick an outfit that fits.

Outside of outfits and having to play the part, if she is off duty she tends to wear her hair shortly bobbed and slicked back to keep it out of the way. Anything longer and whatever wig she might need would be far to uncomfortable. She wears minimal to no make-up if she can. Again, trying to keep it simple until it is required. The life of a face is never simple and she has to be ready to play the part at anytime. Washing off make up that doesn't fit the setting takes time and much of the time, time is not on their side.

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Adaptable * Meddlesome * Contemplative * Suspicious * Venturesome * Calculating

Sexuality: Fluid
Relationship Status: Unattached

Personality: Being a walking chameleon leaves many to wonder if what they see is actually what they are getting with Kayala. She can appear to be sweet and loving in one situation and completely cutthroat and ruthless in the next. Like an actor on stage she plays each part so well one can be left questioning with facade they are seeing is the truth or even if they all are. In a way, they all are. A different part of her being shown to some extent when needed and then burying it back down until needed again.

Some constants are there though, ever adaptable and contemplative she never leaps before she thinks. She likes to know what she is getting into and to how to best handle the situation but she can work on the fly if needed. One has to be able to in this line of work, there is no room for errors. This makes her rather pushy at times and meddlesome, sticking her nose in where it might not belong with the crew if she thinks they can provide her with an insight to a location or people.

There is a reason outside of work that she is this way. Underneath all the facades and masks resides a woman who cares deeply, perhaps too much so. She sees things happen to people that is morally or ethically wrong and it breaks a small piece of her heart. She doesn't like breaking the law to do what she does but she knows it is needed. Sometimes the bending or breaking of one is needed to strengthen others. Yet, she always feels remorse for such actions. It tickles at the back of her subconscious but she deals with it. She hopes one day she can stop but for now as long as she is needed she will continue; until the end or her last breath.

Habits:

• Chewing on the inside of her cheek
• Popping her big toe

Hobbies:

• Needlepoint
• Puzzles

Fears:

• Iatrophobia - Keep that Medicine Man away from me! I don't care if I was shot!
• Tokophobia - Don't ever ask me to have kids, I ain't going through that.
• Nosocomephobia - Thought doctors were bad? Yeah, try to take me to a hospital...

Likes:

• Holochess
• Word Puzzles
• Hidden Picture Games
• Threads - Different colors and textures for Needle Point
• Needle Point Patterns
• Reading up on various histories and cultures

Dislikes:

• Being disturbed when trying to relax
• Having to go through multiple "Face" changes in a single day
• Judgemental People
• Assumptions
• Slavers
• Those that are out for revenge

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General Skills:

• Charm
• Cool
• Perception
• Streetwise
• Core Worlds
• Outer Rim
• Xenology

Combat Skills:

• Athletics
• Coordination
• Stealth
• Vigilance
• Brawl
• Melee

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Tan fitted trousers, brown leather calf high boots, olive green ribbed knit thin long sleeve shirt, wide belt
• Wallet - ID, 1 False ID, Creds
• Datapad
• Side snap lether loop (For Whip)
• Knife Sheaths (Thigh placement)
• Throwing Knife
• Throwing Knife
• Shock Whip
• Pocket First Aide Kit - Because Fuck Doctors
• Grease ridden and worn piece of cloth (Only thing from home she has)

Quarters:

• Extensive collection of clothing
• Wigs
• Make-up Kits
• Rest Of Her False ID's and Credentials
• Numerous Puzzle Books
• Various Needle Points
• Needle Point Stuff (thread, patterns, etc.)
• History Books
• Books on Various Myths
• HoloChess Board
• Electro Sword

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: "There is a point in life where you must chose a side or be caught in the middle. While I prefer to dance the line between what is and what was I knew eventually I would have to declare an allegiance. Neither side is without their cons but I believe the heart of the New Republic beats far fiercer and purer than that of the Empires. I hope they find a balance between the light and the dark that others have yet to achieve and if I can play a part in that, no matter how small, I will give my life for that cause."

History: Kayala was born in Coronet City, the daughter of a mechanical engineer and a bar maid in one of the cities local watering holes. It wasn't the best of money but it was enough for her parents to provide for her and send her to one of the better schools in the city. They didn't want the same life for her that they had, they wanted more for her. Yet, what a parent wants for their child and what their child receives is hardly ever the same thing.

Life in school was difficult for Kayala, not because she couldn't handle the class load. She excelled in things like history, languages, and linguistics. Her problem was her fellow students. They could smell that she was a lower class. It was here, back during her formative years that she started to develop a knack to fit in. Learning their own high brow accents, their mannerism's, their ways. Then when the time came, she asked her parents for a transfer to an even better school. Thanks to her grades she was able to get a partial scholarship and the deal was set.

A new school and the first facade was in place. Here Kayala excelled in all aspects, especially socially. She had adopted her first Face and fell into it as if it was second nature. Sure she still didn't dress the part but some quick talk and soon dressing as if you were a middle class scum was the in-thing and all the other kids were following her foot steps. This made the rest of her years in school some of the easiest in her life.

After school though things got tough. She was good at history, she could speak languages, but she was no droid. Sure, a pretty enough face, but she wasn't about to do what some women needed to do to get by unless she really was in the mood. So, what now? Take what you know and keep moving and that was what she did. Taking her ability to learn and adapt she got her foot into the door at more and more locations from the cities most underground workings Empire run facilities. Using this low level access to learn more customs, more accents, more mannerism's - all from planets she had never seen. Granted it didn't always go well and it lead to more than one brawl where Kayala finally had to learn to fight other than using her wits but she picked up well enough.

Then it was time to put things to the test, helping a local smuggler get his goods out without being caught bought her passage on a ship and she was finally off world for the first time. Since then she has honed her skills and her Faces. Working like an actress to get in where she needs to, getting what she needs done, and getting back out without others even thinking she might not be one of them. She finally found the role of her life, to be everything but herself.

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Character Quote: I forever change to fit what is needed of me but my heart remains the same.
Theme Song:


Imperial Record: I wouldn't be very good at my job if I had been caught.
Anything Else:

• Amy Gets Her Bitch On
• Anything but 1, 2, or 3. Can I list Spaceballs as my favorite? Because seriously, I fast forward through 1,2 & 3 at Ludicrous Speed!
• Is Ambidextrous

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Name: Morgbra Coraxe Bonwoo
Aliases: Mor, Doc, Traitor
Age: 42
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: The Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galatic
Occupation: Field Surgeon -> Lead Medical

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 182lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Chocolate
Hair: Ebony - with a touch of silver
Skin Tone: Sienna with cool undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Range of various scars that run down from his left shoulder and down past his ribs; ears pierced

Personal Style: He wears whatever he wants to wear and makes it look good. He enjoys the higher finery of life and doesn't have a problem dressing to the nine just because. Any day is a good day to strut. Having said that he will dress down but he always puts his own personal twist on it. Whatever he wears, it has to be stylish, if not he will do something to it to make it so. Cuff links on the sleeves of scrubs? Why the hell not, screw you if you don't like his bling.

He keeps his hair cropped short and clean lines at all times but his facial hair can vary depending on the day. Clean shaven or five day shadow, doesn't matter to him. It is just whatever feels best at the time. Studs or small loops are usually worn; nothing ostentatious but classy. Shoes are always shinned to a high gloss. (That even means rubber trim, he wants to look sharp) If his clothing gets damaged he won't be happy but that's why he carries back up outfits. Can never be too careful.

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Benevolent * Sarcastic * Fun-Loving * Erratic * Vivacious * Arrogant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Doc is the type of man you want at your side when the shit hits the fan and your life is on the line. He will stop at nothing to save anyone, no matter what they have done. He took an oath and he holds to that. He always takes death as a personal failure. Caring, compassionate; traits you want the person who holds your life in your hands to have. Outside of the ER he is the perfect party buddy, going out and having fun, loving life even in the midst of Hell. You take what life throws at you and roll with it, even if that means doing the cabbage patch or the lawnmower. He is full of life and loves to spread that love around.

Yet, he is not without his faults. He can be erratic, taking those deaths too personal. Each one screwing with his head. His arrogance doesn't help, thinking the most of himself and expecting the best; being a perfectionist in all areas doesn't help. Because of this and his occupation he is seething with sarcasm and some wonder if he is joking or if he is being serious; usually it is a combination of both. He can be bull-headed and will not back down if someone is getting in his way when he is doing his job; he has the scars to prove it, mentally and physically.

Habits:

• Giving odd looks
• Bobbing his head

Hobbies:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping

Fears:

• Ophidiophobia - Slithering mutha fuckers, just ain't right
• Athazagoraphobia - If I forget, what good am I?
• Atychiphobia - If I fail, they die

Likes:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping
• Looking all that and then some
• Joking around
• His job
• People

Dislikes:

• The War
• Shoes getting dirty
• Clothing getting messed up
• Anyone who tells him who he can't save
• His scars
• Liars

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General Skills:

• Computers
• Cool
• Medicine
• Perception
• Surgery
• Education
• Xenology

Combat Skills:

• Vigilance
• Ranged (Light)
• Discipline
• Coordination
• Athletics
• Brawl

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Leather tailored sports jacket, silk gray short sleeve shirt, distressed trousers, dress shoes with a high polish
• Jewelry - Pocket Watch, small gold loop earrings, gold snake rope chain (thin)
• Wallet - ID, pictures of home, credits, credentials, oath card with addendum
• SE-14r light repeating blaster
• Personal music player
• Personal Medical Bag
• Emergency Surgeon Kit (in bag)
• Stethoscope (in bag)
• Basic First Aide Supplies (in bag)
• Basic First Response Pharmaceuticals (in bag)

Quarters:

• Way too large wardrobe
• Way too many shoes
• Extensive collection of music
• Medical Journals
• Jewelry - Lots of it
• Multiple Med Pacs
• Holo-Messenger
• Surgeon Kit
• Pharmaceutical Kit - Neurotics (and Antidotes), pain meds, antibiotics, paralytics, etc.
• Hand Scanner

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: "I used to be a member of the Rebels. I was a field surgeon back then. I loved what they stood for, the work they were doing, what they were fighting for. Why did I leave? When you tell a doctor he cannot help a wounded man... Well then fuck you. I swore an oath, to help any no matter my personal views. I took a blaster shot to my side because I was trying to patch up trooper and it was the Empire that saved me. Do I agree with everything they do? Awww hell no! Will I make sure the soldiers that are stuck in the middle of this chaos survive? Damn straight I will. Now, excuse me and fuck off I have a patient that needs me."

History: Morgbra was born on Coruscant in Galatic City. His father was one of the top surgeons in the country, his mother was one of the most respected hospital administrators. Born to wealth and privileged. He had what so many dreamed to have. Life was good for him. Despite his parents busy schedule they were there for him, never held him back, loved him and showed it. Even with all the money he was not spoiled, he had to work for everything he had. His parents teaching him personal responsibility and that life was not to be something just handed to you on a silver platter. He was grateful for this and because of his parents he wanted to follow in their footsteps. His father was and still is his idol.

The man attended the finest schools and was ravenous to learn everything he could about each species and how to save them. Excelling and being taken under his fathers wing during his internship. His father pushed him harder than the rest and it paid off. The young doctor was highly sought after once his internship was over and offered a job as lead of Emergency Surgery in the most prestigious of hospitals in the city. His parents couldn't have been prouder, or so they thought. Yet Morgbra surprised everyone by turning down the offer and took work in a free clinic in one of the worst areas of the planet. While his parents worried, they knew they had gotten something right. Medicine was more important that wealth.

Wars happen and while life in the Empire had been good to Doc, he wanted to do more and felt that the Rebels were going to do the galaxy a greater good than the Empire could. Much of what the Empire did never set right with the young man and he did not hide that. (He was a rebel from the moment he knew what one was). To the front lines he went with a medical bag in hand and an image of his parents in his pocket. He just wanted to help and he knew that his type of training would be a rare thing for that side of the war. He was right but his personal views got in the way and nearly got him killed.

He was part of rescue crew after a battle and was in the field patching up wounded when he heard a trooper groan quietly. The surgeon went to do what surgeons do, help a wounded man. The battle was over. Confrontation with one of the Lieutenants happened and in the end the trooper was murdered out right and he was shot several times and left for dead. A small team aligned with the Empire was collecting bodies and witnessed the event. They decided to take the supposedly dead doctor with them. The Empire saved his life and since that day he has worked for them. Not because he feels they are most just than the New Republic but because they don't get in his way.

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Character Quote: The difference between you and me is that I make this look good.
Theme Song:

Imperial Record: Record expunged when he joined the Empire.
Anything Else:

• Aiming To Misbehave
• Still going with Spaceballs :P

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Name: Hunter-Killer Assassin/Protocol Droid Designation 86
Aliases: HK-86, HK
Age: 26
Species: Droid
Homeworld: Raxus
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Masculine Programming
Languages: Over 6 Million forms of communication
Occupation: Protocol/Assassin Droid

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Height: 5'9
Weight: 350lbs
Build: Bipedal
Eyes: Orange
Hair: N/A
Skin Tone: Rusty Red
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: HK does not really have any particular 'style' as he doesn't wear clothing. He does however, create great pride in the colour and shade of his plating, he insists that the Rusty Red colour to his exterior inspires appropriate fear in targets.

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Murderous * Sarcastic * Remorseless * Resourceful * Humorous * Loyal

Sexuality: N/A
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: It is not difficult to believe that HK's primary function is assassination theory and the execution of said theory, most of his thoughts and time is devoted to the consideration or action of combat, murder and assassination. When it comes to any sort of issue that needs resolving, HK will remind everyone he is with of his function, and suggest the most violent action available as a solution.

His behaviour core is designed in such a way that gives HK a rather black sense of humour. He is a very sarcastic individual, and regularly makes humorous and sarcastic comments inbetween making suggestions and requesting to shoot whomever might be annoying him at any particular time. He makes no effort to suppress his opinions about people, except his master. HK is however exceptionally loyal, and he lacks the capacity to ever betray his master or their allies.
Habits:

• Calling organics 'meatbags'
• Threatening people

Hobbies:

• Wanton Slaughter

Fears:

• Running out of targets
• Deactivation
• Not being used for assassination

Likes:

• Blasters
• Droids (Some)
• Fighting
• High Explosives
• Assassination
• The War

Dislikes:

• Meatbags
• Protocol/Etiquette
• Peacetime
• Politics
• Astromech Droids
• Idiots

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General Skills:

• Mechanics
• Discipline
• Coordination
• Computers
• Resilience
• Stealth
• Vigilance

Combat Skills:

• Ranged (Heavy)
• Ranged (Light)
• Gunnery
• Melee
• Brawl
• Explosives

What Is On Your Person:

• T-21B Targeting Rifle
• CA-87 Shock Blaster
• Dioxis Grenades
• Thermal Detonators
• Wrist-loaded mini rocket launcher
• Wrist-mounted flamethrower

Quarters:

• DLT-19X Targeting Rifle
• EE-3 Carbine Rifle
• A280c Blaster Rifle
• EE-4 Blaster Rifle
• Charging Station
• Numerous explosives

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: The choice of which side to join in the war was not exactly up to HK himself to make. He has no particular alignment to either side, instead sparing his loyalty for the individual who serves as his master. HK happened to be found and reactivated by the Rebel alliance, rather than the Empire - and as a result has served with them over the Galactic Empire.

History: Constructed by the Confederacy of Independent Systems roughly a year before the outset of the Clone Wars, HK was based off old assassination droid designs, and created primarily for the purpose of assassinating key officials within the Republic throughout the war. During the war, HK performed admirably, assassinating a number of Jedi Generals and Commanders, along with numerous high-ranking Clone officials. Much to his dismay however, the clones were easily replaced.

His most successful operation in damaging the Republic came toward the end of the war, when HK took part in the assault on Coruscant. While on Coruscant, HK was tasked with assassinating as many politicians as possible, an easy task given the location. While HK was relatively successful in his efforts, he was eventually forced to retreat after the Supreme Chancellor was captured. Fleeing the world aboard a stolen transport, HK left the system but was shot down before he could rendevous with his handler above the planet of Dathomir.

Deactivated in the crash to preserve his body, HK remained deactivated throughout the brief rest of the war, and through a number of years under the fledgling Empire. Late into the Galactic Civil War, HK was discovered by a Rebel team led by Luke Teth, after finding the droid and its records aboard the transport, Luke took it upon himself to repair and reactivate the droid. HK now serves under Luke, and as a result, serves the Rebellion and New Republic.

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Character Quote: "Statement: I am most eager to engage in some unadulterated violence."
Theme Song: Marilyn Manson - Killing Strangers
Imperial Record: Mass-murder, Assassination, Attempted Murder, Murder, Arson, Hit and Run, Many other variations of murder
Anything Else: ~Contained in Previous CS~
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Name: Kyatrah Sxivya Selinema; (Designation #: "DN-4179")
Aliases: "Kyla", "Sxiv", "Selena", "Skull"
Age: 26
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: The Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic Basic; High Galactic
Occupation: Death Trooper (Stormtrooper)

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Height: 6'
Weight: 152 Pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: From Kyla's face to upper-chest region, she sports a massive tattoo that resembles that of a human skeleton, as well as the names of her old squadmates who died in a shuttle crash on her back left collarbone. Her ears also happen to be pierced by diamond-colored beads, and has multiple blaster burn scars on her back from past battles.
Personal Style: In battle, Kyla sports the notorious Death Trooper armor, which is a black suit that renders her being able to sustain slightly more damage, as well as having the ability to cloak, in order to avoid getting detected, and camouflage in dark locations. She is a daunting character in battle, with soldiers bearing eyes of fear amongst her arrival on the battlefield. In fact, the armor is also designed exclusively for terrorizing the opponent at first glance, making them want to rather run then flee. This is a reason why Kyla loves her armor and how she relies on it so much.

When not in battle, Kyla rather wears dark clothing. Black is her preferred color choice, often wearing rather comfy and loose long sleeved shirts. She doesn't mind white or tan however. She also usually wears either long work-pants, occasionally sweatpants when she's relaxing, or simple shorts.

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Cold * Quiet * Calculative * Serious * Dark * Loyal

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kyla is what you expect from an almost undyingly loyal soldier. As one of the more gifted stormtroopers within her rank, she has trained long and hard to be where she currently is. She is hard-working, always trying to exceed her own capabilities and strengths to impress the Empire of her formidable skills. She's a rather cold individual, almost the anti-social type, and usually quiet amongst others. While highly respectful to her equals and superiors, she does ask for a hefty amount of respect to those lower in rank then her. If an average soldier, minus her squadmates, fails to serve the Empire a victory, she would either eye them menacingly, yell at them, and in a very bad mood, do physical harm upon them.

In battle, Kyla is a powerful warrior, using her quick calculations and training to survive and complete the mission at hand. She shows little mercy and is utterly ruthless in battle. In her squad, her leadership is highly respected and feared by her squadmates, and shows concern for their well being, even though she can be an asshole to them at times.
Habits:

• Exercises every morning as a daily routine to keep herself fit.
• Twitches her nose two times to people or objects she doesn't like.

Hobbies:

• Working Out

Fears:

• Failure to live up to her reputation.
• Loosing her squadmates once again.
• Being bested.

Likes:

• Black
• Intimidation
• Exercise
• Eating healthy
• Order
• Respect

Dislikes:

• Traitors
• Rebels
• Lazy People
• Disrespect
• Rudeness
• Cowards

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General Skills:

• Athletics
• Computers
• Coordination
• Leadership
• Perception
• Pilot (Land)
• Stealth

Combat Skills:

• Heavy Blaster Rifle
• Pistols
• Intimidation
• Ordering
• Vibro-Blade
• Brawling Capabilities

What Is On Your Person:

• Death Trooper Armor
• DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle
• Two DH-17 Blaster Pistol
• Vibro-Blade
• Ammunition
• Rations
• Three Bacta Canisters
• Thermal Detonators
• Holographic Comnlink
• Imperial Registration ID

Quarters:

• E-11 Blaster Rifle
• Extra DH-17 Blaster Pistols
• Extra Ammunition
• Extra Medical Supplies
• Extra Rations
• Holographic Projector
• Closet (Casual Clothes)
• Imperial Records on Squadmates
• Comb
• Wallet
• Bed

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Being born in a high-class Imperial family, Kyla's parents urged her greatly to serve for the Galactic Empire. However, they didn't expect her interests in becoming a stormtrooper, let alone becoming one of the top elite forces in the Empire. She basically blew up their expectations, and she wants to keep it as so and strive to become the best soldier the Empire has ever had.
History: Kyatrah Selinema was born to a wealthy family near the heart of Coruscant. As a child, she was a rather shy and anti-social person, often found working hard on her studies to make her family proud or working out in the gym. Her childhood otherwise wasn't so exciting. Her mother was an imperial archivist, while her father happened to be an admiral for the Imperial navy. After finishing Middle School, Kyla's parents urged her to join the Imperial ranks in anyway that she pleased. What one expects that she would work a rather low-lying job, they didn't think that she'd join the military ranks of being a stormtrooper in the Imperial Academy. She was a loyal soldier to the Empire, while having a surprising amount of athleticism and strength behind her. She was also most beloved by her superiors, who often phased her for her incredible attributes and skills in being a soldier. In fact, she impressed them so well, that she was offered to take classes in the Spec Ops division as soon as she graduated from basic training.

Once she graduated the Imperial Academy, Kyla was transferred into a Spec Ops squad unit and was classified as a Death Trooper, now retrofitted with special black armor to enhance their combat abilities and provide cloaking abilities. She was in a squad of five, known simply as Death Squard, where she was the only female trooper, as well as the sniper on the team. They participated in various secret missions, ranging from base infiltration, to wiping out entire rebel forces, making their name well feared throughout the galaxy. The Kyla was one that contributed the most through the entire team, making her well respected amongst her squad mates. However, all good things must come to an end...

In 2BBY, as the team were being transported down to the planet Ryloth to help shut down a growing rebellion force, their shuttle was shot down by a rebel rocket launcher, forcing the shuttle to make a crash landing into a nearby forest. By the time it finally came to a screeching halt, only two Spec Ops units were alive being Kyla and her commander "Avoc". Unfortunately, he died in Kyla's arms, prompting an ever more growing hatred to the rebels. She was able to find help after several hours battling the native wildlife and an entire band of twi'lek rebels single-handedly, and was able to get back behind lines. To commemorate her comrades that died in the crash, she tattooed her whole face and upper chest as a skeleton, along with the names on her back left collarbone.

It wasn't until shortly after the Battle of Yavin was when her team was finally replaced by a new cast of Death Troopers, but it simply wasn't the same. While she still did everything she could to protect them, the death of her old squad was simply agonizing for her to think about it. This made her more colder than ever before, but in the more protective way. To those who weren't in her squad, they weren't spared the same mercy, and were either yelled or punched/kicked if they failed to do what they were told. Even her new squadmates still feared her greatly. It didn't help after the Empire lost the Battle Of Endor, as well as the destruction of the Second Death Star and the deaths of both Emperor Palpatine and Darth Vader. Regardless, she was going to fight till the bitter end, till the day death finally walks among her...

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Character Quote: "Death has come knocking on your door."
Theme Song: Riot - Three Days Grace
Anything Else: This is collab I did sometime ago.
In the Original Trilogy, Empire Strikes Back is my favorite; for the prequels, it's Revenge of the Sith.
(The Last Pic shows Kyatrah before she applied the tattoo on her face).
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Name: Jaina Aurora Sarbye
Aliases: The Joker, Jane, Sarby
Age: 26
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Languages: Galatic Basic, Droidspeak, High Galatic
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: The only scars she has are mental
Personal Style: Jaina's personal style isn't very typical for a bounty hunter. Most of them wish to conceal themselves, to get in and get out. Jaina goes with the basic flexible and movable material, but with her love of intense and bright colors, she decorates it with little pieces of strap, all sewn into the corset-like chest piece. She enjoys dressing like something a jolly rancher may puke up.

As for her hair, Jaina either has it down in curls, or up in some new sort of fashion. For combat, she normally braids it into pigtails. Despite being a bit insane, even Jaina hates getting her hair pulled. She loves to do dramatic makeup, usually trying something new each day. Of course, the colors all have to work together to create her bright rainbow of happiness.

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Happy * Psychotic * Carefree * Naive * Friendly * Reckless

Sexuality: Demisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Initially, Jaina was a quiet and sweet young girl, always seeing the best in everyone and trying her very best. She could never hurt a fly. If you went into a dictionary and looked up the definition of Happy Go Lucky, Jaina's picture would have been the only definition needed. Of course, this was largely due to the relatively sheltered life she had lived. Until her force sensitive brother began experimenting with her head, of course. This slowly but surely drove Jaina insane, to the extent that she always seems like this little cupcake of sunshine, rainbows, and happiness. Hardly anything could bring her down.

Of course, her psychosis manifests itself in other ways. Jaina lacks understanding of several concepts, the most concerning being life and death. It's a miracle she grasps the notion of object permanence still. To her, there's hardly anything to be afraid of in the world. Death is all an illusion, just something that others stress out about. Even when witnessing death or killing someone herself, Jaina is as unfazed as can be. There's a gigantic disconnect in her brain. This causes her to be fearless and confident, but also rash, reckless, and stupid. She's like a gambler, only she's betting her own life with each and every decision she makes.

Habits:

• Incessant giggling
• Swaying, as if to music

Hobbies:

• Organizing and reorganizing her collection of weapons
• Drawing
• Arguably, murder -- even if she doesn't recognize what she's doing

Fears:

• Returning to the asylum
• Her brother
• Restraints

Likes:

• Pedicures
• Flying
• Praise
• Loud and obnoxious colors
• ...when they run...
• Stories
• Fashion

Dislikes:

• Doctors
• Psychiatrists
• Guards
• Arguments
• Confinement
• Taking orders

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General Skills:

• Breaking and entering
• Tracking
• Pilot (Land)
• Escape artist
• Intuition
• Criminal hideouts
• Sleight of hand

Combat Skills:

• Blaster pistols (dual wielding)
• Acrobatics
• Tae Kwan Do
• Grappling
• Climbing
• Throwing knives

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Fitted but flexible black pants and shirt, accessorized with purple and blue strips (similar to Rey's, how it hangs and flutters a bit), a similarly colored corset-like chest piece, black combat boots, one purple fingerless glove, one blue fingerless glove
• Two Vilmarh's Revenge Blaster Pistols - Customized to match the colors of her outfit
• Set of small throwing knives
• Communicator
• Jewelry - a blue and purple pendant, which unbeknownst to Jaina, is a tracking device used by her brother
• A Queen of Hearts playing card, with a bullet hole through the upward facing face of the queen
• IdentCard [folded up and shoved in a pocket]
• Credits [often fall out of her pocket, as money is something she can't quite wrap her head around anymore. She'd rather just take things.]

Quarters:

• Spare Vilmarh's Revenge Blaster Pistols
• Court mandated medication -- ineffective and often unused
• Piles of completed sketchbooks
• Art supplies
• A photograph of her and Jacen; very young
• A photograph of her and Jacen; present
• Various pieces of colorful fabric
• Spare throwing knives

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Jaina didn't neccessarily choose a side, but she didn't protest when one was selected for her. She grew up in a family that supported the Empire, with her siblings laying down their lives for it in service. Her twin brother was an Emperor's Hand. If anything, she lived in a house filled with Imperial propaganda. After her brother pulled some strings to get her out of the asylum, it was easiest for him to simply insert her into the Imperial war machine with her skills. It'd allow him to keep an eye on her. And given that Jaina doesn't really care about the Empire-Republic conflict, she hardly protested.

History: Jaina was the youngest child of the Sarbye family, with several older siblings, as well as a twin brother, Jacen. Growing up on Courscant, their parents tended to support the Empire, with Jacen and Jaina's older siblings all eventually joining the Imperial forces in one way or another. The twins enjoyed a relative life of luxury, until stormtroopers arrived at their home. Jacen was force sensitive and would be trained as an Emperor's Hand. Due to the relative influence of the family, Jacen would be able to remain and live at home, being trained during the workday.

It was then that Jaina's life took a sharp turn for the worst. Her brother, fascinated by the abilities he was learning to control, used his twin sister as practice. He had a particular interest in seeing if he could cure her of her mundane-ness, and trigger powers in her as well. It never succeeded, as she wasn't force sensitive. Instead, the repeated delving into her mind caused Jaina to lose her grip on reality. By the time their parents realized what Jacen did to Jaina, it was far too late. The shy girl became twisted, losing a grip on the notion of life and death. They became just words to her. She never seemed to grow upset or angry anymore, constantly laughing and smiling, giving Jaina the name the Joker.

Of course, craziness doesn't contain itself easily. She left the house eventually, heading for the capital city, for reasons even Jaina didn't understand. While there, Jaina managed to get a slight grip on her sanity -- but even then, it wasn't much. Getting caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, Jaina eventually found that her specific skill set had certain uses. For a variety of reasons that changed with her each and every whim, she ended up working as a Bounty Hunter, finding undesirables in society. Her career only furthered her dementia, culminating in her arrest when she hijacked and crashed a transport shuttle in order to get her mark. Due to her family's wealth, she had a top notch attorney, and was sent to an asylum.

Her brother completed his training as an Emperor's Hand, and perhaps out of pity, managed to retrieve Jaina from the asylum. He fixed her up with a position within the Empire, working as a Bounty Hunter once more. Jaina's lack of fear and understanding made her an asset in terms of keeping things secret, as well as tracking down some of the more nefarious targets. However, each week Jaina must attend a session with a doctor, otherwise, she'll be sent back to the asylum. It's the deal Jacen had to make to get her out of there.

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Character Quote: "No one can steal my happiness."
Theme Song: You Don't Own Me - LESLEY GORE
Imperial Record: Theft of a Transport Shuttle - resolved with admittance to psychiatric institute
Anything Else: Abandoned Hope, aaaand the Phantom Menace? :P I was more thinking of the Extended Universe book series with Lord Shadowspawn while creating this sheet, however.
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Name: Golsia Zhavromi
Aliases: Gol, Zhavromi, Zav
Age: 26
Species: Zabrak/Iradonian
Homeworld: Iradonia
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic Basic, Zabraki, Droidspeak
Occupation: The Raven's team mechanic

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Height: 5'7
Weight: 135ish
Build: Fit
Eyes: Dark
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Brownish
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A face tattoo made up of lines that could go on to her body, traditionally received by Zabrak adolescents during their rite of passage.
Personal Style:
A characteristic that differs Zabraks from base humans is a set of vestigial horns crowing their heads that is usually apparent when one hits the age of puberty. Gol's got two sets of three, horizontally parallel just above her brow, almost the size of a pinky, and a few smaller ones on the sides of her brows.

Since she rarely leaves her work space, Gol's all for getting comfortable rather than fashionable spesh when working. She has gotten used to sporting a safety jumpsuit on a regular basis, which she'd roll up to her elbows or just letting the torso half hang loose where she'd be seen in a tank top. Another thing with our handy mechanic is she never goes anywhere without her trusty utility belt. But when she does go on the field she opt to dress a little more laid back, while still meeting the required standard safety protocols.

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* Diligent * Resourceful * Amiable * Naive * Careless * Hot-tempered

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Gol has a strong drive to accomplish whatever task is handed to her, her loyalty to The Republic, a.k.a the good guys, is steadfast. Without questions she will not hesitate to comply an order from a superior, may it be as simple as doing a maintenance check on the ship or going heads on guns blazing at the Empire itself. She believes that everything the Republic does is aimed for a better cause no matter the moral consequences. It's a matter of the end justifying the means, a very naive outlook for someone so young and unscathed such as Gol.

Having a good amount of experience working with freighter ships has given her a general familiarity of The Raven, and she could tell with just an effortless gaze if the Electromagnetic freight barge clamp is out of date, or if the Gun turrets needs its weekly calibrating. As a child Gol has a fondness for tinkering any machine she can get her hands on, from basic utility devices to droids and eventually ships. She has an undying desire to learn new things, her curiosity had gotten her in deep situations because of her carelessness, but all of it has better equipped her to be one of the Republic's best engineers. Though her knowledge of machines is vastly impressive, she's not exactly an engineering genius and sometimes she'll find herself mentally blocked in desperate situations where she'll frequently check on data pad manuals or holodisks obscurely for a quick guide.

Gol likes it whenever people would come over to her little corner of the Raven, to ask for a weapon upgrade or just having a friendly chat while playing a round or two of pazaak or maybe dejarik, if you're the saucy type. She's always up for the latest gossips and she knows a LOT, usually when you're on a small ship with just a handful of people, you tend to know things that otherwise meant to be not known by anyone.

Though she inherited a lot from her father's good qualities, his patience is definitely not one of them. She's easily offended specially when people contradict her beliefs, or when things don't work out as it should Gol would be the first to bitch about it. Although she never acts her feelings out unless the situation calls for, she won't hesitate to help fix the situation, as long as you don't mind the constant whining in the side.

Habits:

• Twirling her hydrospanner when deep in focus while working
• Will unconsciously touch objects at arms reach.

Hobbies:

• Tinkering/ Upgrading/ making nifty gadgets.
• Swoop races, mostly just spectating.
• Pazaak

Fears:

• Death of someone close
• Be the reason for the squad's failure
• Betrayal

Likes:

• Crowded cities
• Off-world bazaars and carnivals
• Droids
• Working
• Watching old holotapes
• Explosives

Dislikes:

• Failure
• People with no sense of humor
• When there's nothing good to do
• Being disturbed while working
• Losing/ misplacing equipments
• Being underestimated

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General Skills:

• Aerospace Engineering
• Advance Mechanics (Droid/Weapons upgrade/repair)
• Cybertechnology (Computer Use)
• Pilot(Space)
• Basic Navigation
• Stealth

Combat Skills:

• Heavy blaster Pistols
• Explosives
• Hand to hand combat
• Heavy armor proficiency
• Melee Staff

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing- long sleeved shirt, black cropped vest, white leggings, black boots, gun strap on her right thigh, sensory visor
• Blaster pistol (Belt)
• Retractable staff (Belt)
• Plasma Grenades (Strapped)
• Repair kit (sling bag)
• Portable holopad
• Wallet(ID, various reciepts, 2000 credits)
• A box of gum

Quarters:

• Workbench with a complete set of tools
• Personal computer for journaling
• Another computer for hacking, saving relevant data.
• Miniature prototype of The Raven, encased in glass.
• Stacks of old computer monitors
• Various Droid/Machine parts scattered in various corners
• A shelf of cheesy romantic holovids Engineering manuals and war documentary holovids
• A bunch of blueprints pinned on the wall
• Half finished prototype of what looks like a customized turbothrust engine
• A bunch of complex, hand written equations next to the model

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Due to her exceptional engineering skills and contribution to the army she was recommended to take part in the Raven along with her desire to follow the Rebel army's goal to fight off the Empire and to stop them once and for all. Gol is more than qualified to fill in the role of the ship's mechanic.
History:

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Character Quote: "Don't worry, I'll have this done in a lightspeed. "
Theme Song:

Imperial Record: Murder, Smuggling, Hacking, Sabotage
Anything Else: Dis and the first trilogy, Episode 4 to be exact. I have yet to watch episode 7 *_*
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Name: Shira Jen
Aliases: SJ, callsign SJ-470
Age: 25
Species: Human
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese, Twi’leki
Occupation: TIE Ace (Contracted), Occasional Spec Ops - She’s primarily a pilot, but her skillset is sometimes best used when she’s on the ground, sneaking behind enemy lines.

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Height: 5’11
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: So dark brown it might as well be black.
Hair: Black, blue tips (and sometimes red tips. It’s a mood thing.)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: “470” is tattooed on her right wrist, and “Eat My Ass” is on the back of her neck.
Personal Style: If “Eat My Ass” wasn’t an indicator already, Shira’s a bit of a punk. If biker gangs existed in the galaxy, Shira would be the prototypical space biker gang member. She’s rebellious (ironically), and her appearance often reflects that. She wears a lot of leather, and her hair color and style are both prone to change at any given moment.

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Independent * Loner * Focused * Singleminded * Expressive * Zero Fucking Filter

Sexuality: Not interested.
Relationship Status: Not happening.
Personality: Shira Jen is 100% self-serving; there is absolutely nobody in the galaxy she cares for more than herself. She prefers to work alone, as she finds that having people around brings her down and distracts her. If you got shot and she was your only hope for survival, you might as well dig yourself a grave rather than waste time asking for her help.

She’s ruthless, a result of her upbringing on Nar Shaddaa. Shira has no qualms killing if she has to, no matter the target or the circumstances. However, she’s not exactly an exceptional assassin, so it isn’t really a situation she finds herself in too often. Rather, much of her killing is does from her fighter, her true love.

Because nothing matters to Shira more than flying. Quite honestly, you could take everything away from her but a ship and she’d be happy. Her deal with the Empire? A bonus. The cherry on top. She’ll gladly work for them and get to live semi-freely on a Star Destroyer if it means she gets to fly. And hey, sometimes shit gets to die when she flies. A second cherry.

Habits:

• Talking to herself - they have to remind her to turn her radio off when she flies. She shuts up when she’s sneaking around, though.
• Humming; also causes radio problems. Same deal with the sneaking.

Hobbies:

• Tinkering with her fighter
• Going where she probably isn’t supposed to on the Star Destroyers

Fears:

• Being thrown in prison
• Having no purpose
• Mynocks

Likes:

• Flying
• Fixing her fighter
• Killing shit
• Blowing shit up with her fighter
• Dancing
• Nar Shaddaa

Dislikes:

• Walking long distances - why not just fly?
• Having nothing to do
• Her ship getting damaged
• Being kept out of the loop, a common problem given her role with the Imperials.
• Breaking swords
• Deserts. They’re so booooooriiiiiiiiing.

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General Skills:

• Pilot (Planetary)
• Pilot (Space)
• Coordination
• Computers
• Stealth
• Mechanics
• Skullduggery

Combat Skills:

• Vibroblades
• Blaster pistols
• Brawl
• Acrobatics

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - If she’s not in her flight/infiltration suit, Shira wears a lot of leather. Like, leather jacket, leather pants, leather combat boots, a leather hat, if she can. She likes leather.
• SE-14 light repeating blaster
• A vibroblade shaped like a katana
• ID and a wallet (unless she’s flying or sneaking in somewhere)
• Rangefinder

Quarters:

• E-11 rifle
• More vibroblades
• Punching bag
• Dozens of books about starfighters

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:Shit, they pay well, they have good resources, and they’ll probably either execute Shira or dump her ass in a hole for the rest of time if she doesn’t, at this point. Not that she’d consider working for anyone else, to be quite honest; Shira enjoys working for the Empire. Nobody else in the galaxy can give her the flying time or the resources that they can. Even if she wasn’t being essentially blackmailed into flying for the Empire, she’d probably sign up to join them anyways.
History: When you’re born on Nar Shaddaa to two poor shipyard workers, you get two choices: be poor with your parents and be a fucking shipyard worker, or run away and join the life of crime. Shira took the smart road: crime. Her early teenage years were marked by a series of high-profile thieveries of some very expensive ships, which she would then sell on the black market to the highest bidder. It was dangerous, but no one on the planet could break in, steal a ship, and fly it out in one piece as well as Shira Jen, even at the young age of 14.

After five years of increasingly high profile robberies, she caught attention from the wrong places - or the right ones, if you’re Shira. She was approached by a Hutt who needed some help with an Imperial problem: they were consistently raiding his shipyard and taking his cargo for themselves, and he wanted it back. Shira took the job, or jobs; they ranged from intercepting the Empire’s interception of the Hutt’s cargo and preventing it from being stolen, or go steal back whatever it was they managed to steal. Shira was quite successful, managing to properly piss off the Empire enough to get them to go after her.

But finding one 19-year-old on Nar Shaddaa was no easy task, even for the Empire. So they went to the source: the Hutt. Finding a Hutt is a lot easier, especially when you’re already raiding his black market cargo. They used him to contact Shira, at which point they gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse: work for the Empire, and not only would they not go after her, but they’d pay her more than whatever that Hutt was cheaping her out for.

However, Shira recognized that she still had the advantage: even though the Imperials found the Hutt, they still couldn’t find her. So she negotiated a couple key points: she’d fly for the Empire, but she wasn’t being conscripted into their army or navy. Fuck that. She’d be closer to a mercenary if anything. That, and they’d let her modify her fighter however she wanted. She knew about how strict Empire regs were about their fighters, and she knew she could make her fighter so much better. On both points, they agreed. Shira joined the Empire, taking on the callsign SJ-470: the 4 for the number of raids she stopped on Nar Shaddaa, the 7 for the number of times she successfully infiltrated an Imperial base and got out alive, and the 0 for the amount of times she got caught.

Shira quickly became a top TIE pilot in the Imperial Navy. She was one of the few to take part in the Battle of Yavin, survive, and make it back to Imperial ground without being captured by the Rebels, and nobody could match her kill count save a handful of pilots.

It was also only a matter of time before the Empire recognized that Shira had a talent for sneaking into places and taking things; her adventures into restricted access rooms were proof enough of that. Her role was shifted so that not only would she be flying TIE fighters for the Empire, she’d be occasionally sneaking into Rebel bases and doing some dirty work. Her missions have ranged from stealing intel to assassinating a Rebel leader.

She’s since been sent to the Vindicator following the defeat at Endor, her services to be available to the Imperials however they see fit. She comes with a lot of caveats - more than the Imperials are typically able to withstand - but her abilities more than make up for it.

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Character Quote: “Give me a fighter and a blade and point me in the right direction.”
Theme Song:

Imperial Record: Breaking and entering, trespassing, destruction of Imperial property (7 counts apiece)
Anything Else: I said Force Awakens last time, so I guess my second favorite has gotta be A New Hope. A classic.
Shazam!
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Name: Denali Keesda
Aliases: Nali (childhood nickname/preferred alias)
Age: 27
Species: Echani
Homeworld: Eshan
Allegiance: New Republic, but semi Neutral to a degree (sides with the Republic, but if someone from the Empire’s side was wounded or dying and he was the only one who could help them, he’d still do it)
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Durese, Twi’lek, Huttese, keen to learn others as well
Occupation: Doctor/Medic, ex-soldier

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Height: 5’5”
Weight: 111 Ibs
Build: Skinny and somewhat twiggy-looking, though isn’t as weak as he physically appears, more than capable of holding his own against someone of equal or less height/weight than himself
Eyes: Grey-blue
Hair: Pale, white/platinum-blonde
Skin Tone: Pale/alabaster
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few medium-sized scars on his cheek, shoulder and torso from training sessions/battles in his younger years, smaller ones on his hands from medical training accidents
Personal Style: Nali’s overall style can be summarised as “smart casual, and predominantly practical” in nature. He wears very little jewellery, only a locket containing a picture of himself and his sister when they were younger, as this is an important keepsake to him. Any other extras are a hazard to him while working as they could become caught up in instruments and equipment while working. For the same reason, his hair is kept quite short, just reaching his ears (this is pinned up out of the way when performing surgery or stitches etc.). Sterile gloves and a surgical mask are never far from his reach should he need them.

He is most often seen in his full medical scrubs/lab coat outfit, in case anyone comes into the medbay requiring treatment, or the group get into a scrape while working planetside. As underclothes however, he dresses casually but sensibly enough to make a good impression. A loose creamy white cotton shirt, tucked into well-tailored off-grey trousers and donning a grey jacket over the top to protect him from the elements. He will either travel barefoot (most often around the Raven when performing general daily tasks that don’t involve surgery or needing to remain totally sterile) or cover his feet with sensible ankle-height brown boots.

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[+/-] netural trait

[+/-] Pacifist * [+] Compassionate * [-] Shy/Quiet * [+/-]Observant * [+] Logical * [-] Sensitive *

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Nali is an entirely capable fighter given his previous combat training, however since losing his sister he made the decision to actively avoid conflicts of any sort, leading to a pacifistic attitude. He would rather keep out of it than get involved in any punch ups; he will quite gladly patch someone up after a fight, but don’t expect him to step in unless he literally has to because his life depends on it. Instead, he has devoted his time to learning how to care for and help others. Thus he offers his aid to anyone who might need it, regardless of which side of the conflict they might happen to fall on. He is gentle and understanding even with the most frightened or irate of patients and very rarely loses his cool.

Nali was never particularly talkative, that was Rhine’s thing. Essentially speaks when spoken to out of his regular duties and reports, while he enjoys company and doesn’t like being alone he finds it hard to initiate conversations because he’s often not sure what to say. Prefers it if someone else approaches him and begins a topic first, which he can then draw upon and add to. While he doesn’t say an awful lot, Nali notices and picks up on a lot of things; he just doesn’t mention it unless he believes it is worth bringing to someone’s attention.

Nali enjoys figuring out problems and learning new techniques, skills and languages. If he’s not playing dejarik or at work in the medbay, then he’s in his quarters pouring over his latest set of books and scrolls. Quite sensitive, especially to being left on his own. He gets restless and edgy without company if alone for too long.

Habits:

• Often walks around barefoot (unless it’s particularly dangerous or unsafe to do so)
• Taps/drums his fingers when concentrating

Hobbies: At least 1

• Dejarik
• Reading-especially anything to do with lore and/or languages
• Enjoys a friendly spar with crewmates every now and again when not busy with duties, to keep his combat and hand-to-hand skills up to snuff so he doesn’t lose his edge entirely

Fears:

• Aticyphobia- Failing in my duties is the worst possible thing that can happen to me,
• Isolaphobia- Being on my own with no-one to talk to would make me really uneasy!
• Atelophobia- I would hate to not be able to help someone or complete a task because my skills weren’t up to snuff!

Likes:

• Healing/helping people
• Keeping the medbay tidy and organised
• Reading/books, learning and/or discovering new things in general
• Having someone to talk to/keep him company while working
• Problem solving
• Space travel/visiting new places

Dislikes:

• The war in general
• Overly cluttered workplace/not being able to find his supplies or equipment
• Overly rude or aggressive individuals
• Don’t mention his sister, especially not in a snide or nasty joke, unless you want him to get pretty upset at you
• Losing a patient
• Being alone/on his own for too long

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General Skills:

• Medicine
• Negotiate
• Xenology
• Lore
• Athletics
• Vigilance
• Computers (Basic-i.e. He can use one to input/store medical notes and/or to draw up blueprints or whatever for medical equipment and the like, but he’s by no means a whiz with them)

Combat Skills:

• Brawl/Hand-to-Hand
• Blades-particularly favours Vibroblades
• Melee
• Getting injured people out of the line of fire and keeping it that way

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - underclothes- white cotton shirt, off-grey trousers, off-grey jacket, grey-brown ankle height boots; medical scrubs/labcoat/jacket worn over the top when working in the medbay, accompanied by a sterile mask and gloves when necessary
• Locket containing a picture of himself and Rhine, always worn around his neck
• Wallet- ID card, credits
• Keycard for accessing the Raven’s medbay/medical computer and storage associated with it
• Datapad
• Medical kit-first aid kit e.g bandages, sterile wash, emergency surgical suppliesetc., also contains his medical equipment i.e. scalpel, scissors, needle and stitches, s and suchlike
• (Holo)communicator/earpiece
• Vibroblade sheath (belt/waist placement)
• Echani vibroblade (he rarely uses it nowadays, but carries it at all times in case it’s needed for self defence)

Quarters:

• Books, scrolls and other lore items he has collected over the years-mainly on languages, but some on Echani techniques and some on certain planets he’s most likely to visit. Plenty of these!
• Medical files/notes for each crew member of the Raven
• Photos from home
• Holoprojector with some recordings of himself and Rhine during their training etc., the verse’s equivalent of home videos
• Dejarik set
• Force pike
• Crossword puzzles and writing implement(s)
• Spare clothes/medical scrubs
• Spare rations

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: “I still believe that the Empire was responsible, even if only indirectly, for what happened to my sister. And because of that I could never join them, so that left me with only one alternative: the Republic. Even if Rhine hadn’t died fighting the Empire, I don’t think I could support their ideologies. I’ve seen enough of their thirst for war and blood, and I have no wish to be a part of it. I will fight if I have to in order to support the Republic, but they seem to share the same overall end goal...to just have this conflict end and have relative peace return to the galaxy.”
History: Born on the Echani home planet of Eshan alongside his twin sister, Rhine; Denali was the ‘younger’ of the pair. Shared a particularly close bond with his sister and was never seen far from her side, the two grew up and trained together. As with all Echani, they were trained quite extensively in melee and hand-to-hand combat, though Denali also showed his own private interest in lore and languages, studying them whenever he got the chance to take a break from his other lessons; he studied holocrons, books and scrolls and the like whenever he could get hold of them, learning to speak a couple of the more common alien languages (Huttese, Durese and Twi’lek). While his sister found such persuits rather ‘boring’, she would humour him when she could bear it and in return he would accompany her on exploratory adventures in their spare time. Denali was always the more ‘sensible’ twin. He would be the one to pull his sister back and reign her in when she got over eager and rushed off into reckless situations, often saving her from many awkward or otherwise compromising situations.

When they came of age and they had completed their required levels of training (at around 14 years old), both siblings enlisted in the army but were placed in separate units/divisions due to their slightly differing skill sets. They served time in the military for several years, and joined in the war effort when the Empire’s quest for power finally reached their system, sometime shortly after the Clone Wars petered out. It was during one such battle that Rhine’s carelessness finally caught up with her. She was badly wounded in an ambush attack as were many other members of her unit, and although Denali managed to reach his twin, he was not adequately first aid trained to save her life.

Losing his sister made him rethink his outlook on life. Denali lost his motivation to fight, which his people would consider strange and abnormal. Regardless, he made the decision to leave his homeworld hoping that the solitude would help him to come to terms with his loss. Denali travelled to Dantooine where he worked as a mercenary for a while before making the decision to stop fighting battles for the most part, and seeking to re-train in the medical field. It took him a few years, but with careful practise and the determination to learn so that he would never lose someone close to him again, Denali managed to earn the title of a doctor. When the Raven came through the area recruiting for a medical personnel to serve on the ship during their travels, he applied and was taken onto the crew.

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Character Quote: A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Theme Song:
Imperial Record: File of any crimes you committed against the Empire
Anything Else:
Fighting Off Ice Demons!
Uhmm, are we talking overall completely out of the whole saga? I’m probably gonna get shot for this but I actually liked Episode I (Darth Maul and Qui Gon, man ;w;) ...The Force Awakens was pretty epic too though, excited to see where Disney goes with the rest of the episodes!
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Name: Kordath Arbeia Targon
Aliases: Kor
Age: 40
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kuat
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese, Basic understanding of most
Occupation: Imperial Intelligence

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 164lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: When he is not required to slip into a character, Kordath is almost always wearing a cleanly pressed uniform. He rarely bothers with civilian clothing even when off duty. However, Kordath is content to wear anything when taking on a role to infiltrate, from stormtrooper armour to a smuggler's casual clothing, he has no difficulty rocking any kind of outfit.

Kordath grooms himself neatly, keeping himself clean shaven, and his hair cut short and neatly combed. He always wears his pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses. Overall, Kordath makes a particular effort to always appear presentable, and gentlemanly.

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Professional * Ruthless * Gentlemanly * Racist * Charismatic * Untrustworthy

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kordath is, in every real sense, the ideal Imperial Officer. Raised in an environment of civility and near-indoctrination, Kordath had Imperial rhetoric and propaganda drilled into him from a young age. He has developed a professional attitude, gentlemanly and filled with the kind of human-supremacist attitude of many other Imperials. Kordath simply views most alien species as lesser, even 'slave species'.

His time with Imperial Intelligence only accentuated some of Kordath's features, the man becoming more charismatic and able to schmooze with senators and nobility, and slum it with smugglers and rebel scum all at once. Kordath is easily able to slip in and out of characters, and as a result it is almost impossible to tell when he is lying about something, this makes him an incredibly untrustworthy individual, for any side.
Habits:

• Fiddling with his ring
• Smacking his lips

Hobbies:

• Mixing Drinks

Fears:

• Most aliens
• Humiliation
• Disorder

Likes:

• Whiskey
• Finery
• Blasters
• Lying
• Civilization
• Politeness

Dislikes:

• Aliens
• The Rim
• Incivility
• Monotony
• Having a bluff called
• Droids

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General Skills:

• Coerce
• Charm
• Negotiate
• Deceit
• Pilot (Planetary)
• Stealth
• Skullduggery

Combat Skills:

• Brawl
• Blaster Pistols
• Explosives Use
• Staff fighting
• Martial Arts
• Targeting Rifles

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - A cleanly pressed Imperial Intelligence uniform, a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses.
• IdentCard - Real & Fake
• Credits
• Communicator
• Wrist Vibro-knife
• DT-12 Heavy Blaster Holdout Pistol
• AB-75 Bo-Rifle
• Black Jeweled Ring
• Datapad
• Computer Spike

Quarters:

• Collection of blaster rifles and pistols
• Various ammunition types
• Various disguises
• Vibrosword
• Force Pike
• E-11s Sniper Rifle
• Collection of records
• Blackbox holonet terminal

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: With his sort of upbringing, choosing anything but the Empire simply wasn't an option to Kordath. With parents in Regional government and the ISB, Kordath was forever surrounded by propaganda and idealism of the Empire. To him the Rebellion was nothing more than a band of murderers, criminals and terrorists, a group he would never have any part in.

History: Born on the ship-building capital of the galaxy, Kordath managed to avoid the usual path of ship-building most Kuati people were set on from birth. His mother a regional governor, and his father an ISB liason to the sector, Kordath was immersed in Imperial culture and idealism from the very day he was born.

He was raised by his parents, both of them a happy and lavish couple, on a world relatively far from any dissent, living easily off the work of slaves and getting by doing next to nothing. The two had plenty of time to devote to Kordath, and each made an immense effort to ensure their son would grow to become the ideal Imperial officer.

When he came of age, Kordath immediately signed up with the Imperial Security Bureau, and with a great amount of nepotism from his parents, he secured a reasonable position as a security and loyalty officer. However, he soon grew bored in the life of a security officer, and with further assistance from his parents, managed to enter into the Imperial Intelligence Selection process.

Having been raised to be ideal, Kordath had next to no trouble passing the tests set before him, joining intelligence as an agent, he was set out almost immediately on a number of operations to gather intelligence on the Rebel Alliance. His work with Intel managed to help the Empire track the stolen plans of the first Death Star to Princess Leia, although he could do little to effect the overall outcome of the war. He had been assigned aboard the Vindicator when the battle of Endor took place, and remains there still.

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Character Quote: "Manners maketh man."
Theme Song: Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd
Imperial Record: Record Expunged
Anything Else: ~Contained in Previous CS'~
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Name: Jesman Abigtess Cartchri
Aliases: Commodore; Jes by only closest friends
Age: 39
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kuat
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Languages: Galatic
Occupation: Commodore; "Captain" Of The Vindicator

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Bright Blue
Hair: Light Mahogany Chestnut
Skin Tone: Creamy pale peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Left ear pierced only; burn scars on her inner forearms
Personal Style: Considering the fact she has been a member of the Imperial Starfleet since she was able to join her style usually includes, clothing wise, her uniform. Even when in civilian clothing she dresses as if she was in a uniform. Fitted slacks, similarly designed jackets and dress shirts beneath, boots, and so forth.

Her make-up is clean and no nonsense, keeping just enough to be considered refined without being over done. She wears a single earring but refuses the pierce the other ear for some odd reason. Her hair is 90% of the time kept slicked back in a tight bun, twist, or braid. The few times she wears it down, it comes to her shoulders and rests there in simple waves held out of her face with a basic headband with no frills.

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Caring * Demanding * Loyal * Reckless * Humorous * Hot-Tempered

Sexuality: Hetero-Sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Depending on who you ask Jesmand is either the perfect person to be in charge of a vessel such as the Vindicator or the worst. A creative mind that can easily come up with original ideas to solve situations she is facing; the ability to think and act quickly during a crisis. She is fiercely loyal, caring for those under her command and even has a tremendous sense of humor and wit about her. Carrying herself most of the time with the utmost dignity and genteelly manner, she commands respect from those around her. These all make for a fine and well rounded commander.

On the flip side, she is overly demanding of her crew, expecting perfection even under the harshest of circumstances. She can be brave to the point of recklessness, danger is rarely a factor in the decision making process. Often hot-tempered, most crew members will give her a wide berth when she is angered; some points her sense of humor comes out at the oddest times, painting an image that she is seething with sarcasm when in fact she is just being direct. A complex woman, who blurs the line between on and off-duty, that can leave many wondering just what they have gotten themselves into and when the next transfer could be made available.

Habits:

• Rubbing her hands together
• Sliding the tip of her index fingernail up and down along the side of the thumb beside it

Hobbies:

• Yoga

Fears:

• Failing her crew
• Demotion
• Being Betrayed

Likes:

• Long walks through her ship
• Reading
• Coffee
• The occasional drink
• Unique foods
• Hard-Work

Dislikes:

• Liars
• Hypocrites
• Funerals
• Getting sick
• Smoking
• Cry-babies

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General Skills:

• Leadership
• Astrogation
• Pilot (Space)
• Resilience
• Mechanics
• Perception
• Knowledge (Imperial Military)

Combat Skills:

• Discipline
• Athletics
• Brawl
• Melee
• Ranged (Heavy)
• Vigilance

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Imperial Starfleet Officers Uniform, wrist watch, gloves
• Ident Card
• Credits
• Single Pearl Stud Earring
• S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Heavy Blaster Pistol Holster (Hip)

Quarters:

• Personal Trunk
• Various pictures and mementos from home (in trunk)
• Files on previous and current missions
• Numerous books; mechanics, flight patterns, planet histories
• Astro Charts
• Uniforms
• Wardrobe
• Hair pins and such
• Vibro-sword
• Thin mat for yoga

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: What choice was there for a child who grew up to be a woman on a planet who crafted and created such vessels to go into space and make their mark? She joined the Imperial Starfleet as soon as she came of age and all she ever wanted was to be in command of her own vessel. She at one point had small thoughts of switching sides to the rebels, dabbling with the idea. That was until the attack on her home world. Her allegiance was set in stone at that point.

History: For a child born on the planet of Kuat, there are a handful of choices of where your life can be. Nearly every last one of them involves star ships in some form of fashion. Children of farmers tend to become farmers, children of drive designers tend to become drive designers. Well, not always, but most of the time

Jesmand does not know who her mother was. All she does know was that the woman died in child birth and her father refused to speak about her while she was growing up. This left a little girl, on a heavily fortified planet surrounded by the Empire, being raised by a single father who designed Drives for the various ships that the Empire required. She spent her younger years alongside her father getting her hands dirty and marveling at the sights which were built before her very eyes.

When she came of age, there was no hesitation or discussion of what she would do or where she would go. She wanted to touch the stars as it were, or as close as one can realistically come to such a thing; commanding her own ship in the fleet. Her father was against it but there is something about a young person that is headstrong - They don't freaking listen to daddy! She was off without a second thought.

Years went by, slowly climbing the ranks but always keeping her nose to the grindstone and following orders. She kept her nose clean and never took any time off, save for one short period when her father died in an accident back on her home world. She left only to bury him and was back post haste. While she did love her father, she knew there was no good in dwelling on the matter. Working helped her place one foot in front of the other and carry on.

She wondered for a short period of time if she should change sides but that quickly faded away thanks to one particular incident. Now that her father was gone and her allegiance was set in stone, there as nothing to hold her back; but herself. Now while she has done nothing to have her thrown into chains, her mouth has gotten her transferred from ship to ship until finally those above her agreed. It was better to have her in charge. She had the skills, the battle tested experience; succeeding where others had failed when under temporary or battle field assignment. The Vindicator was hers and she will stop at nothing to ensure its success.

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Character Quote: Let me make this simple. There is no chain of command, there is my word or your death. Got it?
Theme Song:

Imperial Record: Record is clean as a whistle.
Anything Else:

• Transfer To Altenia
• Give you a hint - I'm surrounded by assholes!

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Name: Stehrr
Aliases: Stehrr doesn’t have any nicknames that he likes. Of course there are the derogatory ones like “hairball” and “walking carpet” etc., but try not to use those unless you want him to rip your arms off and beat you with the soggy end ;)
Age: 158 years
Species: Wookiee
Homeworld: Kashyyyk
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Male
Languages: Shyriiwook, Galactic Basic (can understand but not able to speak it)
Occupation: Pilot

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Height: 8’0”
Weight: 341 Ibs
Build: Massive, burly/brawny and rather imposing
Eyes: Dark chocolate
Hair: Dark brown with paler undertones
Skin Tone: I assume it’s a brown-ish tint? Never seen a hairless Wookiee before though soo….
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Several scars along his back, torso and chest from his time with the slavers
Personal Style: As a Wookiee, Stehrr doesn’t really have much of a ‘style’ since he doesn’t really...wear much? He crafted a vest/harness type garment that he can wear on his body that lets him keep his bowcaster within reach at all times. But other than that, he kind of just goes eu naturale. Just his fur and claws, nothing special.

If he can somehow be bribed or persuaded to sit through it, he will have a good bath and let someone help him comb the tangles out so that he looks presentable. But be prepared for the whining and the complaining that will ensue the whole way through. Personal hygiene is not his favourite thing and thus he generally looks rather unkempt unless another member of the crew coerces him into putting in some effort for once.

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[-] Wary/Cautious * [-] Volatile * [+] Curious * [+] Loyal * [+/-] Greedy *

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
His experience with the slavers and the betrayal by Liccick left Stehrr feeling very angry and as a result, he now finds it hard to trust strangers. He often behaves in a stand-offish manner towards them until they can prove to him that it’s okay for him to trust them. But once he gets to know you, Stehrr is very loyal. Once he trusts a companion, they are very important to him and as a result he would never consider leaving them behind unless he simply couldn’t get to them. Will do anything to lend a hand to a friend when they need it.

Once he drops his guard, his natural curiosity also makes a reappearance. He likes examining technology and taking things apart to discover how they work. He just can’t help himself, curiosity killed the Wookiee, I guess.
Stehrr is also extremely volatile. He can go from zero to a thousand in nothing flat, and will be swinging/throwing anything through the air before you know what’s happened. It takes some careful coaxing (and more often than not bribery with food) to calm him down again. Don’t make him mad unless you want your appendages ripped off and re-arranged.
Another thing Stehrr loves is food. The guy is like a walking garbage can, it's a wonder he has room in his stomach for the amount of food he eats.
Habits:

• Stamps/drags his feet when he walks
• Eats almost constantly, gets very angry/crabby when he doesn’t have access to food

Hobbies:

• Studying the stars/hyperspace routes etc.
• Tinkering/taking things apart and then trying to rebuild them. Keep important possessions away from him or risk losing them

Fears:

• Mastigophobia- Please don’t hit me!
• Thanatophobia- Nothing scares me more than the thought of dying
• Xenophobia- Keep those strangers away from me!

Likes:

• Food-mmm!
• Piloting/flying/travelling (hyperspace or otherwise)
• The Raven/ships in general
• Droids (Watch out, HK! XD)
• Visiting different planets (as long as he doesn’t have to talk to any of the strange people!)
• The rest of the crew on the Raven

Dislikes:

• Slavery
• Anyone who thinks it’s okay to degrade someone else
• Racism
• Baths/brushing his teeth
• Being treated as if he’s dumb
• Strangers

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General Skills:

• Astrogation
• Pilot (Space)
• Pilot (Planetary)
• Survival
• Resilience
• Knowledge (Outer Rim)
• Mechanics (Basic to Intermediate, not as good as Gol but good enough to fix power couplings or rig an engine/hyperdrive in a pinch to give them enough power to crash land somewhere so Gol can fix it properly etc. xD)

Combat Skills:

• Brawl (brute strength)
• Gunnery (I assume this is turrets and such, yes?)
• Ranged (Heavy)

What Is On Your Person:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; phone, credit cards, cash, pictures of mom and dad, tooth picks, smokes, lighter, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded.

• Clothing - basic cloth/leather harness
• Bowcaster
• Basic toolkit
• Ammunition

Quarters:

• Extra Rations
• Spare parts for his bowcaster (in case of fault etc.)
• Astrogation charts
• Spare/Extra ammo stash, for himself as well as for other models carried by other crew members...just in case.

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: “I was lost, hurt and confused after my brother betrayed me. I didn’t know where I was or where to go from there, when the Rebels found me even though I wasn’t sure about them at first, they gave me a purpose by teaching me how to fly and giving me my post on the Raven. And if Chewbacca trusts them, then they can’t be all that bad, can they? I owe them my help after they helped me.”

History:
Born on Kashyyyk, Stehrr was the younger son of a Tribe Chieftain, he had an older brother Liccick who he looked up to and aspired to be like. He grew up as most Wookiees did, learning the ways of the tribe and in line to be his brother’s advisor (Liccick was set to take over as Chieftain from their father). While Stehrr respected the tribe’s ways, he could not help his natural curiosity and often snuck off when his mentors, brother or father were not watching him in order to watch the humans who would come to visit the planet occasionally. He found their machines interesting and spent a lot of his spare time examining the ones they abandoned and left behind after they left, learning his mechanics skills and beginning to gain basic knowledge of navcomputers and ship controls this way.

However he knew that the other Wookiees might be suspicious of such interests and so he managed to keep it hidden from them for the most part. He and his brother remained close and maintained a fairly good relationship, passing their trials and becoming members of the tribe that their father could be proud of. Eventually, their father would fall ill and pass away, thus Liccick took over as Chieftain of their tribe just as the Clone Wars hit the Wookiee homeworld in full swing. Liccick and Stehrr took their tribe to join the others in the battle to defend Kachirho. When the Clones turned on Yoda and Chewie and Tarfful helped him to escape, Stehrr was left with the rest of the Wookiees as the Empire began to bring in contract slavers who began taking any Wookiee strong enough from their tribes and forcing them into servitude.

Stehrr almost escaped such a fate, but was betrayed by Liccick who sold him out to a group of slavers in a dirty deal where he bartered Stehrr’s life instead of his own, proclaiming that his brother was the better choice as if Liccick were taken, the rest of their village would revolt against their tormentors. Liccick promised to keep the rest of the Wookiees in line if they would only take Stehrr in his place. It wasn’t until the troopers snuck up on him unawares and shot him full of tranqs that Stehrr realised he had been betrayed. When he awoke, he was in chains and bound for Nar Shaddaa.

Stehrr was then beaten and made to learn Galactic Basic so that he would understand the commands given to him. Initially too weak to fight back due to malnutrition, he waited it out and gathered strength until he could escape. Furious at the treatment of himself and the other Wookiees, Stehrr then went on a rampage, killing his ‘trainers’ and fleeing into the slums. Stehrr attempted to go back for his fellow Wookiees and help them escape as well, where he was re-captured and beaten back into submission once more, before being prepared to be shipped off-world. There he was taken aboard a smuggler ship, piloted by Luke Teth. Luke helped to bust the Wookiee out of his imprisonment and killed the handlers who had been sent to watch over him so they couldn't return to the other slavers and warn them, thus freeing Stehrr from his captivity. Stehrr was surprised by the act of kindness from a human, whose entire race he had sworn to hate since coming into contact with the slavers, and as the ultimate display of gratitude, he swore a life debt to Luke. The two have been pretty much inseparable ever since. When Luke came into contact with the Rebels, Stehrr travelled with him back to the Rebels' base, where he was re-united with Chewie (who he recognised vaguely from the battle several years earlier). The older Wookiee taught Stehrr how to pilot a ship and once he had learnt all he could, Stehrr was recruited to Luke’s team on the Raven. He has yet to return to Kashyyyk since the incident, and he's a little afraid to. He doesn't want to fight with his brother despite how dishonorable Liccick acted, and he's afraid that if he sees him again he might lose it and fly into another rage...

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Character Quote: "If I'm always looking behind me at least nobody can stab me in the back again."
Theme Song:
Imperial Record: Escaping slavery? Whatever that would be called XD
Anything Else: Drugs are bad, kids!
Well I said Phantom Menace last time so I guess I’ll go with The Force Awakens this time? I really liked the different types of characters even if the plot itself was an ANH re-hash c’:
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Name: Neptali Marcel Severion
Aliases:Agent Severion, Marcel
Age: 34
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Standard, High Galactic
Occupation: ISB Agent - Internal Affairs

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Slender, Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few scars, slashes and piercings, on his chest and abdomen. A tiny vertical cut on his lower lip.
Personal Style: One would likely describe the Vindicator's ISB agent as a man of elegance, poise and class. His vanity greatly reflects the way he carries himself, may it be by how he suits up his uniform, the way he would pronounce words with a hint of accent that can charm even his own captives whilst torturing them for information.

Marcel is meticulous about his natural good looks. He religiously tames his facial hair into a fashionable style, so is his hair into a sleek mid parting. He sports a dapper look, the man having a preference for vests and suits and refuses to wear anything out of style. Although he is more inclined to dress extravagantly if not for protocol, Marcel also prefers to wear his uniform with a subtle touch of stylish elegance.

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Refined * Dutiful * Engaging * Snob * Realistic * Oversuspicious

Sexuality: Homosexual, Biromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Raised by image conscious celebrities for parents, Marcel had been encourage to always appear at his best around people and believes that good first impressions is a crucial element to winning allies. Though Marcel was never into the political scene that his parents are so occupied of yet the idea of it has always stuck on him. He has a fondness for the classics, an interest he shared with his mother while growing up in a sheltered environment, from literature to plays and music. Much like his mother he usually spends his time unwinding with a good book, listening to classical music while sipping a glass of the finest Corellian brandy.

Marcel shows great devotion to his work, and gets the job done as expected without faults and remorse, as it strictly should being an agent of the bureau. Although that doesn't mean he is unshaken of the things that he does, extracting information from a prisoner through inhumane tortures, setting up surveillance at suspected traitors within the empire and even enforcing decisions such as blowing up an entire colony to prevent a growing coup against the Empire. Despite it all he firmly believes that such is the most effective way to get the job done without any setbacks and he'd reason his growing doubts of morality with pragmatism and practicality.

Though some would be intimidated or annoyed by his egoistic personality, Marcel has his way of charming people intentionally or otherwise. His engaging personality and devilish good looks has won him a handful of admirers. If he weren't a soldier of the empire, he would've been great in politics like his parents but, as always, Marcel never had an interest in meddling with such affairs, "Too much faking, gets rather tedious in the long run" he would say, much to his parents disappointment.

Habits:

• Rubbing his chin while in deep thought
• Humming a tune

Hobbies:

• Reading literature in his free time
• Waltzing with an imaginary partner when alone and while listening to music

Fears:

• Betrayal, specially when it's personal
• Downfall of the Empire
• Loneliness

Likes:

• Poetry, classical literature and music
• Fine brandy
• Paperwork
• Surveying a planet for any potential chaos against the Empire
• When his captives would cooperate
• People with good tastes

Dislikes:

• Stubborn prisoners
• Pretentious people
• Naivety
• Uncalled violence
• Wookies
• Being unorganized

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General Skills:

• Athletics
• Combat
• Observant/Perceptive
• Interrogation techniques
• Navigation
• Limited command over storm trooper squads
• Education

Combat Skills:

• Blaster revolvers/Rifles
• Vibroblades
• Coordination
• Endurance

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - ISB Agent uniform, a pair of fine leather boots,
• Wallet, ISB badge and authorization I.Ds,
• Holstered blaster revolver on his belt
• Comlink
• Datapad
• Pocket sized dagger
• lighter

Quarters:

• Work terminal, for updating reports and data.
• Two giant bookshelves, various volumes of books
• A bottle of half emptied Corellian brandy on his work table
• An antique vobroblade displayed by the wall above his bed
• Photograph of him with his pet dog, Edith.
• Dejarik table
• Record player with records neatly piled on a shelf next to it
• A mannequin, where he stores his uniform.
• Weapon's cabinet, 2 revolver blasters, 1 J-19 bo-rifle and a bowcaster.
• Armory, ISB armor set

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:

History:

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Character Quote: " By protocol, I am obligated to invade anyone's privacy weather they like it or not."
Theme Song:


Imperial Record: None
Anything Else: Dis and the first trilogy, Episode 4 to be exact. I have yet to watch episode 7 *_*
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Name: Hatara ‘Tari’ Noruodo
Aliases: Tari, Major Atarin, Major
Age:38
Species: Chiss
Homeworld: Csilla
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location:Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Basic, Cheunh, Outer-Rim Trade languages.
Occupation: Major and second in command on the Vindicator.

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Height:6’1”
Weight:180lbs
Build: Athletic, Thin
Eyes:Red
Hair:Black
Skin Tone: Blue
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Save from minor scarring on arms on hands nothing noteworthy.
Personal Style:Since Atarin joined the Imperial Navy he can hardly be seen without his officers uniform on. As a man of detail he only appears shaven and hair groomed short. Whenever going into battle he dons battle armour that fits over his officer’s uniform.
Atarin would prefer to wear his mercenary battle armour from his early career, a suit mainly built for utility and with hardpoint attachments all over to give him a mechanical edge.

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Pragmatic * Self-Righteous * Cautious * Defeatist * Patient * Ambitious

Sexuality:Male
Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Atarin isn’t much liked by the crew of the Vindicator. He is an enforcer at heart, he instils discipline trough fear of what his title means and it has made him appear snobbish and self-righteous to most. They also know however that he will do anything within his power to get things done and those who he doesn’t put in immediate danger can appreciate that. His conviction to stick with the Empire stems from his rejection of Chiss isolationism, though the downfall of the Empire was a heavy blow for his argument. It goes against Atarin’s sense of honour now however to abandon his argument, even though he beliefs the Empire’s days numbered.
His education on Csilla and his subsequent mercenary and military life has learned him to view everything in a cost and benefit picture with himself and his honour at the core of any such calculation. Though he refrains from underestimating enemies he has a disdain for most opposing him and ordering him around. A disdain he funnels into the ambition to rise to the top and keep the Empire alive.
Habits: Minimal 2

• Washing hands and showering often, preferably cold.
• refrain from touching others.
• Cleaning gear.

Hobbies: At least 1

• Dejarik, or any game with luck as a reduced factor.
• Crafting things out of wood.

Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

• Loosing, and a sore loser in anything for that, returning home being proven wrong being prime amongst them.
• Lack of order. desertion of any kind by his underlings.
• Demotion

Likes: 6 minimal

• Solitude
• Proving himself.
• Hunting.
• Rare Woods.
• To be ahead.
• Technology.
• Games.

Dislikes:

• Not being taken serious (to an extreme).
• Unpredictability.
• Filth (unless in battle).
• Ideals.
• Cowards.
• New people with high ranks.

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*All skills and possessions are limited to the spaces provided below to start. Do NOT add more!
General Skills:

• Astrogation.
• Coerce.
• Cool.
• Discipline.
• Mechanics.
• Skulduggery.
• Leadership.

Combat Skills:

• Vibrorapier
• Daggers
• Blaster Pistols
• Blaster Rifles
• Tactics (ground)
• Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing – Imperial Officers uniform + regalia.
• ID
• Wrist Datapad
• WESTAR-34 blaster pistol, wooden grip + hip holster
• Monomolecular Stiletto + sleeve drop (right arm).
• Laserhone Vibrorapier with a completely straight and unmarked scabbard, making it appear as a long black cane without any adornments (no basket hilt etc.).
• Credits
• Shock Glove and regular glove. Made to appear identical, left hand glove is a Shock glove.

Quarters:

• Personal Trunk
• Woodcrafting set.
• Small game collection.
• Datapad.
• E-11 Blaster Rifle.
• E-11s Sniper Rifle.
• Battle armour of his time as a mercenary.
• Technicians Tools and modification table.
• A small collection of Neural Poisons and a wrist-mounted dart shooter.
• Wrist mounted grapnel launcher.
• Set of off-hand knifes, like blade-breakers and 3 spare monomolecular stilettos.
• Unfinished woodcarvings.
• Spectacles with data-overlay.

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:As a youth Atarin had heated discussions about Chiss isolationism, always pleading for them to involve themselves into galactic affairs. He was often rebuked with the argument about the bureaucracy of the large scale systems. Discussions he started ‘winning’(in his own mind) more often as Palpatine received emergency powers during the Clone Wars. Often were there the warnings of tyranny and oppression but Atarin called it order. He joined the Republic Military, and later the Empire because he was sick of the arguments of what he perceived as hypocrites, even though their insistence on ‘why don’t you join them then’ was taken at heart.
History: Atarin grew up in the Nuruodo Family in Chiss society. This meant a military upbringing from a young age and in Atarin’s case that was amongst the ‘hawks’ of society. Those pleading for breaking the isolationism and taking a more active, or pro-active role in Galactic politics. Atarin took this to heart and was a fervent supporter of breaking with the Chiss isolationist past. As written above his support mainly displayed in discussions but for Atarin this wasn’t enough, especially as the Republic was coursing towards conflict with the Seperatists. He viewed it as a time to put the Chiss on the galactic charts by making use of the temporary lack of a real Republic army and indebting the Republic to the Chiss for the use of their military. This idea never gained enough support however as only a minority was for breaking isolation and the ‘hawks’ were internally divided between supporting the Republic or separatist.
A small group of Chiss, Atarin amongst them no longer wanted to sit idle and joined together in a mercenary company fighting for the Republic as auxiliary. In this time Atarin learned of the difference between all the theory he was thought during his education and hunts and a real war. Which only offered the choice between evil and lesser evil. Fighting on several planets gained him a position within the Republic navy as the conflict dragged on.
The transfer to the Empire affected Atarin little. His position in the navy was unchanged, though a newfound racism that favoured the humans started working against him. He was skipped over for promotion multiple times but in retrospect this kept him clear of places like the Death Star or the Executor. After the destruction of the second Death Star Atarin got commissioned to the Vindicator as a commander for its Stormtrooper detachments.

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Character Quote:You have to be realistic about this.Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Imperial Record:-
Anything Else: roleplayerguild.com/posts/3258004
I know its neigh everyones: Empire Strikes Back.
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