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Name: Arkham
Aliases: Inmate, Max, Tex, or Master of Dungeons
Age: 28
Ethnicity: Terran
Ancestry: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: Unitarian Universalist/Jedi
Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time
Gender: Male
Major in College: History
Degrees: BA in History w/ Minor in Communications
Occupation(s): Substitute Teacher, Freelance Writer
Greatest Inspirations: J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, George Lucas, Stan Lee, Geoff Johns, Andrzej Sapkowski, Maria V. Snyder
Years of Writing Experience: Going on 14
RP Level: Advanced
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: Poor writing without a desire to improve
RP Strengths: World Building, Game Mastering, Peer Editing
Preferred Genres: High Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Modern Fantasy, Romance
Fandoms: Star Wars, Star Trek, Game of Thrones, Disney, Dungeons & Dragons, Back to the Future, The Witcher, Lord of the Rings, Jurassic Park, Pokémon, Harry Potter, Marvel (MCU & Comics), DC Comics, Supernatural, Assassin's Creed

Current Roleplays:
Star Wars: Light and Shadow
Star Wars: Knights of Fate

I first came to this realm and joined the Guild's ranks over a decade ago, long before the Dark Times that came after the Great Migration of 2014. Five years ago I left to travel in the Mundane Realm. During my travels, I studied, grew, and honed my skills. I now return to this realm, armed and ready for the challenges that lie ahead!

In the Mundane Realm, I am a teacher in a place called New England. I am also a scribe of no small skill. I also serve as the Master of Dungeons for several groups of brave adventurers in the Forgotten Realms of Faerûn.

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Buckle your seatbelts, it's going to get BUMPY!
Thaerex raised a quizzical eyebrow. Her reaction was entirely not what he had expected. However as she continued, he realized quickly what had likely happened, and suppressed the scowl that usually followed someone mistaking him for a Sith. In this case, her mistaking his identity would probably work in his favor, which meant, for the time being, he had a role to play.

"Ladies first?" he asked, lowering his saber and stepping aside. "Though it does seem you've had plenty of 'fun' already."

Kael hissed as the bitter Jawa Juice burned an icy trail down his throat. Fortunately this was the non-alcoholic variant of the beverage, which, truth be told, he had been amazed to find available in this hive of scum and villainy. Savareen was one of those backwater systems that inevitably became a haven for those who don't wish to be found. And as of two years ago, Kael begrudgingly found himself counted among them.

He scowled at the surrounding patrons of the cantina, thugs, smugglers, bounty hunters, and worse. But the crowd did lack the presence of one element, there wasn't a damned clone in sight. Their armor may have been upgraded, and they might be called "stormtroopers" now, but they'd proved in the end that they were little better than the clankers they'd been engineered to fight against. They were tools of the Sith now, Emperor Palpatine and the traitor, Anakin Skywalker, now calling himself Darth Vader.

Kael was about to take another swig of his Jawa Juice when he froze. He sensed something...a presence...the sort of presence he'd come to feel less and less in the past two years. He slowly set down his glass and searched the room with his eyes, at the same time reaching out through the Force. His gaze passed over the Sabacc game that had just devolved into a fistfight, the Zygerrian slave-dealers ordering another round for their prospective clients, and a table of Duros huddled around a datapad. Finally, he spotted a lavender-skinned Twi'lek woman sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of what he guessed to be phattro. A hooded, brown cloak might not necessarily raise eyebrows out on the edges of the galaxy, but when coupled with what Kael could sense about this woman, there could be no mistake.

From his table in a dark corner of the cantina, he watched as she looked around the room. When she suddenly stopped and turned back to face the bar, he followed where her eyes had been and saw an armored Trandoshan carrying a heavy blaster looking in her direction. Kael recognized the brute, he was a bounty hunter named Gornn.

As Gornn started away from the Duros, towards the bar, Kael abandoned his cup of Jawa Juice and made his way to intercept.

"And just what do you think you're up to Gornn?" Kael asked, stopping directly in the path of the Trandoshan bounty hunter.

"Outta my way cyborg!" Gornn hissed. "That Jedi is mine!"

"Fat chance blaster-brain," said Kael, ignoring the angry snarl that followed his insult.

"You think just because you've killed a few Jedi and collected a few lightsabers that every Jedi bounty belongs to you?!" Gornn demanded.

"And here I thought you were as dumb as you looked," Kael confirmed, soliciting another angry snarl from Gornn before he stepped back and raised his blaster.

"She's mine Xaron!" Gorrn proclaimed. "So step aside before I-"

Gornn's threat was cut short by the SNAP-HISS of the sapphire lightsaber Kael ignited. Without a moment's hesitation, the glowing blue blade flashed through the air, carving a diagonal path from the Trandoshan's hip to his shoulder. Gornn's blaster clattered to the floor in two pieces, followed by Gornn...also in two pieces.

Kael extinguished his master's old lightsaber and hooked it back onto his belt, before turning to the Twi'lek and grabbing her by one of her lekku. He knew that grabbing a Twi'lek by the lekku was excruciatingly painful, and he hoped the woman would forgive him once he had a chance to explain himself, but for now there was no time. If he didn't "claim his prize" the other patrons might begin to think they could do better than Gornn.

"Let's go, Jedi." Kael ordered.
I will endeavor to have a post up sometime tomorrow evening!
I'm looking forward to it! :)
Thaerex heard the sickening CRACK from inside the room and felt the disturbance in the Force that told him the Sith had killed again. He could hear the angry humming of her crimson saber. Behind him he could hear the sounds of approaching footsteps, too many for the Sith to take on alone, and he needed her alive. As he stepped over yet another corpse sporting scorched saber wounds, he ignited his violet blade and stepped over the threshold.

There, standing amidst the carnage, was the Sith. She stood with her lightsaber ready, though he very much doubted that she'd expected him to be the first one through the door.

"Hello there." Rex extended a greeting, careful to watch for any sudden movements on the Sith's part.
No worries! It looks great! I was just offering Saber Forge as a resource, not a requirement :)
Rex remained motionless as the Sith scanned the room. A couple of times he thought she might've seen him, but he counted on the fact that his black robes and the shadow thrown over his face by his hood obscured him well enough. While the dark colors may have been the cause of people frequently misidentifying him, they also served their purpose in times such as this, when a lighter color might have given away his position.

"I know you are there." the Sith called out. "How long have you been following me?" Rex studied the Sith for a moment. Didn't appear to be looking at his hiding spot, so he was confident she had not seen him. However, she may have sensed his presence through the Force. Even so, he continued to remain still and silent. A minute passed...then another...and another... Finally, the Sith shrugged and turned to leave. Rex waited until she had entered the hallway before sneaking back to the roof access hatch.

From his vantage point on the roof, it was fairly easy to pick her out of the crowd. Her unique armor marked her and made some people steer clear, making the crowd flow around her like a rock in a stream. She seemed to be making her way over to the air taxi station. He made his way over to the edge overlooking the alley and dropped down, using the Force to cushion his fall. He pressed his way through the crowd and managed to reach the air taxi station just in time to see the Sith climb into one of the yellow Czerka-airspeeders and zoom off. Waiting a moment in case the Sith looked back to see if she was being followed, he stepped forward.

The droid attendant greeted him, "Welcome, please indicate an available travel route."

"I need a cab to the Corellian Sector."

* * * *

A few mind-tricked hustlers later, Thaerex found himself sitting against a durasteel wall opposite the entrance to the Chemical Refinement District. The Corellian Sector was known primarily for its casinos and trendy cafés. But, according to his sources, the Exchange ran a large spice refinement operation out of this district on the sector's lower levels. From his position he could monitor the entrance and wait for the Sith to arrive, given that there were still guards on duty, he assumed she hadn't already. What few people passed by likely assumed he was a vagrant or homeless and so he was able to maintain a low profile while he waited.
Sittin here like a BUMP on a log...
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