Bacon

Persona: Black Crown

If there aren't any objections, I'm gonna have Osamu open with Cruel Order so the party can alpha-strike these guys and hopefully end it fast, seeing as there's a lot of smaller shadows and a big one.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Levi found himself walking towards the entrance of the first district, going over the equipment he bought one last time. Things that were supposed to help him make a difference out there. But with each step, he found himself doubting more and more. He just got his keyblade the other day, how was he supposed to help anyone? Even with all this equipment, all these assurances others had given, why did he even begin to believe they had a ghost of a chance out there? He walked out onto the landing pads outside the entrance of the first district, and then it hit him. He didn’t have a ship, and didn’t know how to fly one either.

He looked at the various ships that were still here, pausing slightly as he realized his problem, and couldn’t help but to laugh. It started as just laughing at himself, but slowly became hysterical as thought after thought and issue after issue crashed down on him. Could he even help anyone? He couldn’t even save his own world, what chance did he have of saving others? He couldn’t protect everyone, HE failed tremendously! His world, his family, all gone, lost to the darkness. And he couldn’t do anything to protect them.

Why did he think anywhere else would be any different?

Why did he ever dream that some fancy key meant he was capable of saving anyone?

That blonde guy from earlier walked up behind Levi, placing his hand on his hips as he looked over at the young man. “You, uh… you alright?” He asked, which shocked Levi a bit. He’d thought he was alone on the pad, so being caught as he was hadn’t been something he expected. In fact, he was rather embarrassed that anyone had seen him fall apart, even if just for a second. He pulled himself together after a moment, before shaking his head. “You want to talk about it?” The blonde guy asked, as Levi took a deep breath, and recentered himself. “Nah. You’ve got your own problems. You don’t need to hear mine.” He said, as he looked back up at the ships.

“... I have no idea how to fly one of these things.” He said, trying not to laugh again at how foolish he’d just been. After all, what really was his plan? To get away from another difficult long goodbye by leaving early. And accomplish nothing in the process. Sure, he lucked out and made that deal with Mr. McDuck, that was a good thing. But what might the others think, knowing he just… left? How would it affect them?

“Well, they ain’t hard to learn on, and space ‘round Traverse Town ain’t too rough.” The blonde guy said, as he turned towards the ships that sat docked (if that was even the right term for a starship) along the exterior gate of the first district. “Any of these yours?” He asked, to which Levi turned to look at the man and shrugged. “Can’t say they are.” He responded plainly. The blonde guy just nodded, briefly scratching his slight chin-beard as he looked over back towards his shop.

“Well, if you wait, I’m sure you can hitch a ride with those guys the king sent over. Or, I can sell you a pretty basic ship for cheap, hand you a first-time-flier’s guide and let you sort it yourself.” He offered to Levi, at which Levi gave a slow nod. That’s right, he wasn’t supposed to be alone. And even if he didn’t fully trust them, despite their plentiful kindness thus far, he’d said it himself; leaving alone is suicide. “I think I’ll wait for a bit. I was supposed to head out with those two anyways, I’m just early.” He said, a neutral expression crossing the young man’s face. The blonde man nodded, before pointing at one ship in particular. “Ah. Then wait by that red one on the end. That one’s theirs.” He said, as he drew Levi’s attention to the ship the knight-commander and royal magician had come in on:

The Highwind

Persona: Black Crown

Osamu readied himself, spending the last few meters of the train stopping to hype himself up for what he was about to do. He prepared a short, but effective script in his head, trying to appear as a merciless taskmaster that punished incompetence, a tyrannical yet effective leader, someone who wasn’t to be messed with or questioned. He knew exactly what he was going to say and how, as he brought the train to a screeching halt.

Then he looked over to Signora as she stepped out of the train, seeing her user her persona’s powers and, more importantly, take the mask off. Osamu immediately went visibly pale. He didn’t know just how complete the influence of that power she’d used was, but THAT broke one of the biggest tenets of Chimeratic: “No names, no faces.” If she didn’t get all of them, or the control wasn’t complete, that risked unveiling them before they were even off the train. He needed to find some excuse for that, and he needed it now. Thinking on his feet, he figured he’d just have to turn the wrath of the facade on her for a moment, hoping she’d forgive him for it later.

With a quick, aggressive, and angry-seeming gesture to put her mask back on, trying to appear as an infuriated superior in an attempt to salvage that from any that didn’t have their will completely overwritten by her own. “If you don’t put that back on, so help me…” He said, facing back towards her with a menacing tone, but the panic was evident across what parts of his face could be seen due just how catastrophic that could be if it wasn’t corrected. He then turned towards the investigating larger shadow, dropping the panic for faux rage. In theory, people would outrank shadows here as people could think for themselves, and he needed to leverage that. If they respected people brought here by the sovereign, then they’d respect him until he was proven as an invader. So, hoping it would allow his abilities to capitalize, he used that. With a hand behind his back, he tapped a button on his phone, and though his authority was weakened in here, he hoped that between it and Signora’s mass charming, it would give him enough control of the situation to keep things from turning sour.

Authority Activated: Seize the Throne

“She’s new. On the level, but still new to the whole concept of keeping your fucking identity SECRET.” The last word he shouted for emphasis, in an attempt to keep with the angry superior appearance, and appear as though he was chastising her. Still, the delay needed an excuse, so he moved back to the small script he’d started working on as the train drew closer to the station.

“The engine started having problems. The driver was too incompetent to fix it, so I threw his ass off the train and fixed it myself.” He stated, trying his level best to appear as a mix of infuriated and annoyed, using the height of the engine relative to the platform to loom over the shadows present, or at least meet the big one at eye level. “And if everyone here doesn’t want to be answering to the sovereign, I suggest you get moving on unloading the cargo. Now.”

Persona: Black Crown

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Star Wars: A Republic Divided

Zaall "Z" Magg

Zaall “Z” Magg

Species

Trandoshan

Gender

Male

Age

26

Appearance

Zaall (z-ALE) is 6’8” with gray scales and yellow eyes. Lanky limbs with three clawed digits on each hand. Often wears blue painted Durasteel combat armor w/ black undersuit when on duty, soft brown leather jacket and rugged grayish pants when off duty. Usually wears a belt with a holster, and keeps his rifle slung over his right shoulder.

Personality

Dedicated, Level-headed, Analytical, Blunt

Homeworld

Trandosha (Dosh)

Occupation

Private Security Contractor

Force Sensitive

N

Force Abilities

N/A

Rank

N/A

Skills

Driving (Speeders, Light Walkers), Blaster Use (Pistols, Rifles, Light Repeaters), Staff Combat, Unarmed Combat, Wilderness Survival, Intimidation, First Aid / Basic Triage

Equipment / Personal Belongings

ESPO 500 “Riot Gun” Blaster Carbine, K-16 Bryar Pistol, Force Pike, Personal Combat Armor (1.4mm Durasteel plate, insulating underlayer, concealed light blaster pistol in left bracer, full helmet w/ comlink), USV-5 Lanspeeder

Background

Tragic Backstory™

Born on Dosh to a relatively large family before the start of the war, Zaall grew up on a planet where political debates were quickly becoming the norm. Almost everyone agreed that the Republic was corrupt, but no one could agree on what to do about it, or if anything could be done at all. It only escalated with the onset of the Naboo Crisis when Zaall was thirteen years old (human equivalent: 16-17), ending with the death of a Jedi, the appointment of Sheev Palpatine to Supreme Chancellor, and what was effectively a slap on the wrist for the Trade Federation. As tensions rose, people took sides as a new political movement began through the Republic; the idea to secede and start a new galactic power through what would become the Separatist Movement.

Dosh as a planet was caught between the secessionists and the loyalists, leading to heated debates and more than one street fight. Many left, including Zaall and his parents, though they kept in contact with his siblings who had carved out a life and decided to stay on Dosh. Tensions rose, coming to a crescendo with the Battle of Geonosis, when a group of secessionists that would later form the backbone of the CIS attempted to execute two jedi and a senator in front of the entire galaxy, only to be stopped with the unveiling of the jedi and their new clone army.

As the clone wars raged, Zaall found himself sick of it all. Sick of the rampant corruption in the Republic, but also sick of the senseless violence caused by the Separatists. His parents were Republic citizens, and so was he, but his siblings sided with the CIS, and would join a plot later in the war to capture a Republic Acclamater-Class assault ship named the Prosecutor, and would never be heard from again. His parents would go on to retire, having both accomplished their own personal hunts, and not wanting any part in what was happening to the Galaxy.

Zaall himself wouldn’t be untouched by the war, as a CIS invasion would hit his new home planet of Antamont, and refusing to let the droids march over his family, having heard too many horror stories of what the CIS did to civilian POWs, he took up a blaster and worked alongside other families to defend his new home. The battle of Antamont would last for mere months, but in that time Zaall would serve with valor and distinction, eventually being awarded a medal for valor by the planet’s senator.

Through it all, having grown up in a time of political strife, war, and constant brawls over who you supported, Zaall would want nothing more than for the whole mess to somehow… stop. It was childish to think the whole system could be fixed by one Trandoshan who was just tired of the noise, but he still decided to try, finding his ‘hunt’ in life to be one for change. Or, failing that, to help someone else who could. So, with his resume of having served in a militia force during the battle of Antamont, and being far from a persuasive politician, he did what he could, and went into private security.

Now, years later, Zaall has found himself climbing up to the personal bodyguard of a member of the galactic senate, and sees himself as closer to his goal than ever. However, he’s leery of the jedi’s sudden takeover of the senate, having seen their brand of ‘peacekeeping’ work across the galaxy throughout the war, having seen their handling of the Naboo crisis, and research into the numerous occasions where they tried to ‘help’. As far as he knows, they’re lying about the true identity of Sheev Palpaptine, and are acting to seize power while they can.

Star Wars: A Republic Divided

Something that doesn't matter and was posted in error. Please disregard.

Star Wars: A Republic Divided

WIP Character. Thoughts?

Zaall "Z" Magg

Zaall “Z” Magg

Species

Trandoshan

Gender

Male

Age

26

Appearance

Zaall (z-ALE) is 6’8” with gray scales and yellow eyes. Lanky limbs with three clawed digits on each hand. Often wears blue painted Durasteel combat armor w/ black undersuit when on duty, soft brown leather jacket and rugged grayish pants when off duty. Usually wears a belt with a holster, and keeps his rifle slung over his right shoulder.

Personality

Dedicated, Level-headed, Analytical, Blunt

Homeworld

Trandosha (Dosh)

Occupation

Private Security Contractor

Force Sensitive

N

Force Abilities

N/A

Rank

N/A

Skills

Driving (Speeders, Light Walkers), Blaster Use (Pistols, Rifles, Light Repeaters), Staff Combat, Unarmed Combat, Wilderness Survival, Intimidation, First Aid / Basic Triage

Equipment / Personal Belongings

ESPO 500 “Riot Gun” Blaster Carbine, K-16 Bryar Pistol, Force Pike, Personal Combat Armor (1.4mm Durasteel plate, insulating underlayer, concealed light blaster pistol in left bracer, full helmet w/ comlink), USV-5 Lanspeeder

Background

Tragic Backstory™

Born on Dosh to a relatively large family before the start of the war, Zaall grew up on a planet where political debates were quickly becoming the norm. Almost everyone agreed that the Republic was corrupt, but no one could agree on what to do about it, or if anything could be done at all. It only escalated with the onset of the Naboo Crisis when Zaall was thirteen years old (human equivalent: 16-17), ending with the death of a Jedi, the appointment of Sheev Palpatine to Supreme Chancellor, and what was effectively a slap on the wrist for the Trade Federation. As tensions rose, people took sides as a new political movement began through the Republic; the idea to secede and start a new galactic power through what would become the Separatist Movement.

Dosh as a planet was caught between the secessionists and the loyalists, leading to heated debates and more than one street fight. Many left, including Zaall and his parents, though they kept in contact with his siblings who had carved out a life and decided to stay on Dosh. Tensions rose, coming to a crescendo with the Battle of Geonosis, when a group of secessionists that would later form the backbone of the CIS attempted to execute two jedi and a senator in front of the entire galaxy, only to be stopped with the unveiling of the jedi and their new clone army.

As the clone wars raged, Zaall found himself sick of it all. Sick of the rampant corruption in the Republic, but also sick of the senseless violence caused by the Separatists. His parents were Republic citizens, and so was he, but his siblings sided with the CIS, and would join a plot later in the war to capture a Republic Acclamater-Class assault ship named the Prosecutor, and would never be heard from again. His parents would go on to retire, having both accomplished their own personal hunts, and not wanting any part in what was happening to the Galaxy.

Zaall himself wouldn’t be untouched by the war, as a CIS invasion would hit his new home planet of Antamont, and refusing to let the droids march over his family, having heard too many horror stories of what the CIS did to civilian POWs, he took up a blaster and worked alongside other families to defend his new home. The battle of Antamont would last for mere months, but in that time Zaall would serve with valor and distinction, eventually being awarded a medal for valor by the planet’s senator.

Through it all, having grown up in a time of political strife, war, and constant brawls over who you supported, Zaall would want nothing more than for the whole mess to somehow… stop. It was childish to think the whole system could be fixed by one Trandoshan who was just tired of the noise, but he still decided to try, finding his ‘hunt’ in life to be one for change. Or, failing that, to help someone else who could. So, with his resume of having served in a militia force during the battle of Antamont, and being far from a persuasive politician, he did what he could, and went into private security.

Now, years later, Zaall has found himself climbing up to the personal bodyguard of a member of the galactic senate, and sees himself as closer to his goal than ever. However, he’s leery of the jedi’s sudden takeover of the senate, having seen their brand of ‘peacekeeping’ work across the galaxy throughout the war, having seen their handling of the Naboo crisis, and research into the numerous occasions where they tried to ‘help’. As far as he knows, they’re lying about the true identity of Sheev Palpaptine, and are acting to seize power while they can.

Persona: Black Crown

Baron reached out to the side of the train, taking a moment as he grabbed a flag pole that flapped from the side of the train, and broke down the pole with a snap. He sheared the flag off the pole with his kukri, tossing the thin rod off the moving train as he began to roll up the flag to improvise himself a red-and-black armband. Chimeratic didn’t keep track of who was who for the most part, so a guy no one recognized wouldn’t immediately raise alarm bells. So long as he wasn’t recognized, although that shouldn’t be an issue given the few that did know what he looked like weren’t able to access the metaverse anymore.

“Doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea. But if an actual Chimeratic guy comes through for the inspection, they might be a bit harder to fool than the average shadow.” Baron shrugged, as he started to tie the impromptu armband around his bicep. “Or easier, depending. Some of these guys are just dumbasses.” He said with a slight chuckle.

There was the off chance something went wrong, though. So, almost casually, he pitched an idea to them as if it was an afterthought. “If I get into trouble, I’ll make a lot of noise so you know the score. Hopefully, that won’t happen, and Chimeratic won’t realize they’re being played until it’s too late.” He then turned back towards the train’s controls, and paused for a minute. Fortunately, shadows weren’t always the smartest creatures, not to mention people on occasion, so the large lever and overhead handle that made up the brakes and whistle respectively weren’t hard to miss, and were clearly labeled. He figured that was about all he needed to know, anyways.

Star Wars: A Republic Divided

<Snipped quote by Bacon>

The rp is still open and will stay open. As for someone playing a Gen'dai character. I have to say no to that, but I understand where you are coming from with playing a species that is not used much. Which I encourage but, just not a Gen'dai character.

@Theyra

Fair 'nuff

Star Wars: A Republic Divided

@Theyra

One: Are you still looking for people?

Two (apologies for length): Is it godmodding if I pick a cannon species that is infamously difficult to properly kill? (Gen'dai. What Durge from 2005 CW and Rayvis from Survivor were. Intense regeneration, with a nerve cluster in their brainstem that is just about the only part of their body they can't regenerate, making it the only way to truly kill them shy of leaving nothing to regenerate back from.)

The caveat to that would be sure, it's incredibly hard to kill them, but not nearly as hard to incapacitate them. Sufficient damage in-lore takes them minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or even years to regenerate fully depending on the extent of the damage.

If you aren't alright with a Gen'Dai character, I can always just run something else. They're just one of those species in Star Wars you don't see a lot of, and are weird/potent enough to be interesting. Not to mention that they can have plenty of character beyond 'horror movie monster' as they live for centuries, and aren't just dumb brutes.

Character concept would be a Gen'Dai security guard for another PC. The quiet big guy kinda character, who in a more political game would be mostly be stopping attempts to intimidate/assassinate his charge and making the occasional observation/comment. Or maybe, for a more cutthroat/corrupt politician, being an intimidating wall of sentient meat to go menace political opponents.