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Avalia

Captain Morr

Captain Drosis Morr

Drosis Morr ⋆ 682 ⋆ Male | He/Him ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height

5”10’

Build

Athletic

Hair Color

Black

Hair Length

Shoulder-length

Eye Color

Unnaturally blue

Skin Tone

Lightly tanned

Distinguishing features

Multiple scars across his face

Psychology

Likes:

⋆The Ocean
⋆Music
⋆Card games

Dislikes:

⋆Violence
⋆Disorganization
⋆Wasting time

Fears:

⋆Loss
⋆War
⋆Failure

Habits/Quirks

⋆Drosis often stares into clouds and fog, as if he’s looking for something that isn’t really there.

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

This is only a guide. You are not limited to these questions. Please write about whatever qualities you want.

Treatment towards others

⋆ Introverted.
⋆ Considerate enough of others to risk his life for their sake, but not enough to charge into a situation with little to no chance of survival.
⋆ Kind. Never raises his voice unnecessarily, but is quick to straighten people
⋆ Holds people at arm’s length, and prefers to keep things formal when meeting new people initially. It is difficult to earn his trust without proving you deserve it.

Reaction in Situations

⋆ Calm and collected.
⋆ Patient. Always thinks before acting, and then acts without thinking.
⋆ Brave, without being reckless.
⋆ No one knows if Drosis is ever anxious about anything. If he is, he hasn’t shown it.
⋆ Years of fighting a war on land and sea mean he reacts quickly in tense moments.

What's in the Brain.

⋆ Intelligent. Good at coming up with strategies and workarounds for things needed but not on hand.
⋆ Effective and competent leader, not much of a manipulator.
⋆ Rarely tells a joke.
⋆ Past regrets occasionally keep him up at night.

Background

Occupation

Captain of the Saltrunner. Former soldier.

Living Immediate Family Members:

N/A

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Nirya Morr - Father
Yarsinna Morr - Mother

Current Companions:

The Saltrunner’s crew, along with whoever the fuck the GMs put him with.

Current and Past Lover(s):

None that he cares to mention anymore.

Current Equipment
Sword imbued with powerful light magic

Galleon known as the Saltrunner

An unassuming ring made of adamantium. No one knows how he got it, but it's been imbued with just enough light magic to act like a lantern in low light.

History

Just over 600 years ago, Drosis was born as the only child of Nirya and Yarsinna Morr. His life was quiet, growing up a mile from Roshmi City. As a kid, Drosis was taught life magic by Nirya, his father. It wasn't easy for him at first, but after a few weeks, Drosis managed to produce his very first spark of light. Nirya taught him to produce illusions, to bend light in such a way that it could be only mistaken for a real thing. Between the days Nirya taught him light magic, Drosis spent much of his time by the ocean. He was fascinated by the ships he saw moving in and out of the nearby port. Once, he even scrounged up broken pieces of driftwood and old rope to make a raft, just so he could drift around on the water and pretend he was even remotely on the same level as the mighty vessels in the distance. There was very little else that happened in his life as a kid, but by the time Drosis had reached adulthood, he was taking part in sparring matches against Nirya- Without either of them throwing a single punch. The backyard looked like an entire war was happening because of the constant flashes of multicolored light flying back and forth. Being a former soldier in Roshmi's guard, Nirya always gave the boy a run for his money.

Drosis had been working in the port for the last few years, and officially struck out on his own at the age of 104, when he was certain his aging parents would be fine without him. His life was largely the same for the next 500 years. roughly 110 years ago, he found work on a cargo ship bound for Malthemoor. The Dark Kingdom was a touchy subject back home, but work was work, and Drosis yearned to see waters he never laid eyes on, so he thought nothing of it. The passage across the world was long and taxing, but between the companionship of his crewmates and the other magic-users aboard the Wayward Eagle, Drosis was in his natural element. He wouldn't have traded it for the world. The first sign that things wouldn't be so perfect were the blockades around Malthemoor. Hundreds of ships lined the port, and the Wayward Eagle was escorted by two ships into the port. Dark Elf guards unloaded all the cargo, and they were ordered to follow an escort back out before they could load again. Cargo ships don't return to their original port with an empty hold. At least, that's what the captain told the admiral overseeing the unloading. The dark elf admiral informed him that they would turn back immediately or the ship would be burned. Drosis witnessed the entire thing and was confused. No one officially said it during the incident, but Malthemoor had declared war on Avalia.

To their regret, the ship left port with an empty hold, and was escorted back past the blockade. Minutes later, a cannonball struck the very edge of their mast, at which point the entire ship responded with dismay. They opened fire on the ship a quick attempt to silence any suggestions of suspicion. They prepared to fire a second shot, but Drosis halted it with a shield of light, which splintered and scarred his face. By the time they readied a third cannonball, the Wayward Eagle was out of range. Two ships were sent after them, but Drosis, along with the three other proper mages aboard successfully fended them off until they were well out of Malthemoor's waters. There were no faeries aboard to heal his face, but his eyes were thankfully unharmed. The next few months back were tense. Everyone aboard was wondering what things must've been like back home. Did Avalia already know that war had been declared? Many of the crew wanted to fight in this war, or at least do something to prepare for it if it wasn't official yet.

When they finally returned to a port, the city of Roshmi was smoking. Countless buildings had been burned to ash, and Malthemoor ships were docked in the harbor. Dark elf soldiers patrolled the streets, and as they got within view of dry land, darkness started to cover the sea. They used magic in an attempt to run Wayward Eagle into the rocks, and it worked. Drosis was competent with light magic, but even he couldn't match the entire Malthemoor coast guard. Their ship crashed into nearby rocks, and fell apart like glass. Two of the deckhands were crushed by the mast as it fell, and the capstan flew apart, breaking someone's leg. Drosis and the survivors swam away, using the cloud of darkness as a smokescreen. They drifted a hundred feet from the harbor and rested under a warehouse for hours. Some of them planned to sneak out of Roshmi and join the nearest Avalian military force. Others went to see how their families were getting by in the aftermath of this. Drosis was one of them. Two days later, he gave Nirya and Yarsinna Morr a proper funeral in their backyard.

He managed to pull his father's old sword from the burnt remains of their home, and took it with him as he joined the fight against the dark elves. Drosis found himself aboard a naval warship, where he took the fight to the elves, using magic and swordsmanship to raid outposts. Drosis boarded Malthemoor warships and shattered their hulls with beams of hardened light. The first two years of the war were hard on everyone, but they pulled through. At least, they did their best to. Malthemoor often overwhelmed naval fleets, and the initial victories didn't last. Eventually, Drosis' raiding parties dwindled to nothing, and retreat became a regular occurrence. By the third year, morale was low, and Drosis was starting to rethink his decisions. The war was at its darkest point, Avalia was on the run, and Malthemoor only pushed further. He came to the conclusion that they were fighting a losing battle, and deserted. Drosis left the war behind and gathered up a crew of like-minded people. They waited the war out on their own terms, and turned to piracy and underhanded means to look after the less-fortunate people of Avalia. One fateful day, he and his newly formed group of trusted individuals snuck into a dark elf harbor. Under the cover of night, they snuck into a ship's hold, and waited until it cast off from shore. One hour later, the raiders caught the crew by surprise. Drosis used light magic to blind and distract long before the dark elves could use their shadow magic, and in the end, they were all thrown overboard.

They dropped the Malthemoor flags from the mast, helped themselves to every scrap of money they could find, and burnt away any identifying labels along the hull. Drosis, now officially the captain, named her the Saltrunner. From that point on, they did things on their own terms. The war was eventually lost, but Drosis and his pirates were never caught and thrown into a prison or slave camp. They stayed in the fight, travelling across Avalia, to any port or black market he could find. To this day, Captain Drosis Morr still steers his stolen ship, and has amassed a large enough crew to take over entire warships, just like in the early days of fighting. Drosis joined a rebel group of light elves he met during the war and helped smuggle supplies to and fro the rebels. Because of his close ties and trust with those elves, he was asked to have a direct leading role in the movement and hide a human on his ship. He agreed due to his motivation towards a better world and some monetary payment.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level
⋆ Active (Seafaring, sword combat)

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Swordfighting
⋆ Agility

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat
⋆ Brute strength

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s): Sword
⋆ 110

Hand-to-Hand Combat: N/A (Unless the occasional barfight counts.)

Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 110
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Roughly 520
⋆ Shielding: 110

Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):

Light Imbuement
Visible Light Projection

Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Sword Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Magic Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ranged Weapons: ◯◯◯◯◯

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Light Imbuement: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Illusions (includes invisibility): ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Sounds good.

Are you gonna make a discord?

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Hadris is now an Inquisitor who felt like doing his own thing in secret on Korriban. If there's anything else needing to be changed lmk

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After reading it there are some problems like you are going to have to explain how Darth Hadris managed to stay low and not be detected by the empire and by Darth Sidious. Along with how he came to be a Sith and a Darth at that, and start a Sith Academy without anyone knowing about it. I think a rouge Inquisitor would fit more.

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Being a New Republic deserter in the New Jedi Order will cause problems, mainly the relationship between the Order and the New Republic. You can say she left the New Republic after the Valdont. That and there being a legion of sith apprentices is very unlikely, so how about removing that bit?

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I am not sure that he would be that skilled with the force on his own and with no training to do stuff like that. Perhaps he was a cheater or would seem lucky because he was using the force without knowing it and after making some risky bets. His luck ran out and he owned bad people credits. So he fled and either managed to run into a jedi or was captured and was later saved by a jedi would be dealing with the criminal that imprisoned him?

@Theyra

I can change that, no problem. A rogue inquisitor who thought he was hot shit and bit off more than he could chew with the students. Him being a Sith Lord in particular isn’t important to the story, just that Hadris was a certified Bad Person mainly.

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Shazam

Updated: Darth Hadris is no longer a Darth anything, but an Inquisitor who decided to go do his own thing.

Sith? Who? Never heard of ‘em.

"🎶AS CHILDREN, WE WOULD SCREAM! WE WIELDED THE WEAPON OF IGNORANCE!!!🎶"

Sildarg Renma

Species

Dathomirian

Gender

Female | She/Her

Age

18

Appearance

Standing at 5"6', Sildarg is very spindly and lithe. Her eyes are crimson red, and she tends to wear her hair loose down to one side of her head. Sildarg generally dresses to cover her entire body. Jedi robes, large shirts and jackets, or a hood over her head are what she wears almost exclusively. Other than the mechanical left arm she has, what stands out about her appearance the most is the electrical scar running up the side up Sildarg's neck and face. She tells people she got it from a broken power capacitor, but she really got it from a day when her old Sith master was particularly unhappy with her attitude, after he knocked a training sword out of her hands with a Makashi technique.

Rank

Sith Jedi Apprentice

Personality

Sildarg is aggressive and bitter. She responds to her problems with bared fangs, and doesn't back down when someone tries to pick a fight with her. Sildarg often doesn't realize that she's slipping into the more negative side of her mind, but when she does, she tries her best to control herself. Anger is something that she struggles with, things get under her skin easier than most people, and she has a harder time letting things go as a result. Despite her best efforts to let go of anger, she still occasionally snaps at people with more bite than she really intended, and is quick to apologize for it. Sildarg shows a great deal of potential in her training, she always does her best to learn what her masters teach. There are days when Sildarg has little impulse control, but also days when she is very much at peace with herself. These days come and go at random, and it isn't always clear that Sildarg is doing the best she can. When it is, Sildarg tends to fly under the radar. Otherwise, everyone knows that she's having a bad day.

Sildarg always makes a point of not showing vulnerability, even around her masters, or when she fails during training. She fears failing or disappointing the people with authority over her, having spent most of her life being punished for failure with pain. Sildarg often seems skittish on on high alert, even when she's having one of her better days. She can't relax or even sleep peacefully at night until she knows she's the only one left awake, because she's always nervous that someone will sneak up on her when she least expects it. This, paired with the fact that Sildarg comes from a place she fears the Jedi would kill her for, means that Sildarg is slow to trust anyone unless she has a good reason, or actively wants to. Despite her flaws, Sildarg's teachers know she tries her best, and genuinely wants to become a Jedi someday. Even though she struggles where others flourish, Sildarg shows compassion and mercy to those who can't protect themselves. After all, she was just like them once. Her gentle nature is rare, but she acts on the impulse to help people with as much sincerity as she would the impulse to lash out and hurt someone. It is often difficult for her to fight back against the darkness in her heart, but Sildarg isn't going to simply quit and let it take her over for good.

Lightsaber

Skills

• Form IV - Ataru: Beginner
• Tech Knowledge: Sildarg knows her way around machines. She could hack just about any common droid put in front of her, or repair broken landspeeders if she needed. It comes in handy when you have a metal arm. She couldn’t repair anything that flies, or anything useful as a weapon other than a lightsaber, but your favorite toaster won’t fall into disrepair around her.
• Haphazard Cooking: Have you ever wondered how someone can cook meat with droid oil? You wouldn't consider that edible, but Sildarg can make it so. She's resourceful like that. Granted, the type of food she’s used to cooking is utterly abominable and would make a Sarlacc vomit, but it’s edible at the very least.

Equipment

• Mechanic Tools

Weaknesses

• Slow Learner: Learning new things doesn’t come easily for Sildarg. One thing she often struggles with in particular is Force training. She does have potential to learn, but it takes her much longer to learn the Jedi’s techniques than most. This also extends to the other common principles of the Jedi, such as patience and keeping the peace, despite her effort.
• Regular Cyborg Things: Robotic arms aren’t made special by the Force. Sildarg’s is made with a bare-minimum skeletal design. There is a metal shell around it that protects the internal wires and mechanism, but it’s made of ordinary iron and steel parts that Sildarg found from busted droids. A lightsaber, or a metal projectile from a decent kinetic gun could tear it apart without any effort, and then she’d only have one arm.
• Hatred: Having been raised by the Sith and trained by their cruelest masters, Sildarg is familiar with hate. She can't use this Force ability willingly, and would have to be under extreme duress to pull it off. Normally, having this kind of potential with the Force would be a good sign, but Sildarg doesn't control it. She can only hold it back and bury it before it gets the better of her. When her hatred is released, it's like she becomes a different person. It consumes her, and she can't stop herself from unleashing hell on whoever is in the way, no matter who they are. Such a thing would immediately out her as a Sith, were it to happen.

Background

Sildarg’s earlier memories are from her time spent on the planet called Moraband. Before the Clone Wars, it was called Korriban. The holy land of the Sith, the Valley of the Dark Lords, and the place where Sildarg learned to wield the Force. A Sith Inquisitor by the name of Hadris traveled to the dead planet to create a Sith academy. Sildarg was one of Hadris’ students, along with a handful of other children raised in total isolation from the entire galaxy. From birth, she was raised to be an instrument or dark power, taught to weaponize her emotions and ambitions, and punished gravely for any mistake she made. Weakness was burned out like a plague.

Inquisitor Hadris was a cruel master. He enjoyed correcting what mistakes his students made with physical pain. Missteps during lightsaber training were punished with slashes across the arms, disrespect was met with electrocution through the Force. After a day of training, he would decide if students were allowed to eat based on how well they performed. Sometimes he would starve them just to teach them that nothing was granted freely, everything was earned. Hadris would tell his famished students that if anyone could best him before or after training, then they could have all the food they wanted. No one ever landed a scratch on him. They were too afraid to attack him.

Some of Hadris’ students took to his training well. The lessons cemented in their minds with ease, and he grew quite pleased with how his new academy was turning out. He had successfully molded a few of his students into what they needed to become in order to be proper Sith one day. Sildarg was not among his chosen few. She was one of the disappointments in the group, and often snuck out the wander the valley in what could’ve been conflated with peace. The surface of Korriban was always dead silent, except for the occasional whisper of a dead Sith or two that Sildarg swore she only imagined. Whenever she looked up at the sky, Sildarg wondered what could’ve been out there. Was there more to life than just being some cruel old man’s punching bad? Did people know there was an academy here? The cold desert nights were her escape. Sildarg even found faint scraps of old Sith technology to play with in her spare time.

Over the years, Sildarg learned to tolerate Hadris’ teachings. She became more proficient with a lightsaber, more aggressive in her use of the Force, and less trusting of her fellow students. Sildarg grew to hate everyone around her, she could only see spite and selfishness when she looked at them. Most of all, she hated the Inquisitor. She wanted to tear his body to shreds, to watch him scream and beg for mercy like she and others had for years. She could never bring herself to take a chance on Hadris, though, as others and tried before and were never the same afterwards. Sildarg had never impressed Hadris, so he would’ve been much harsher on her. She wouldn't have been the first student he electrocuted to death.

One day, Sildarg and the other students were told that their training was nearly over. They were ready to make the next step in their journey as Sith. Hadris revealed three lightsabers to the group, of which there were seven. He then informed his students that most of them had disappointed his from day one. Hadris told them that they were all still weak and could never amount to anything unless they took initiative. Hadris wanted them to kill each other to prove their worth. This terrified Sildarg. She knew she was the weak link, and that she would be murdered without hesitation. The others rushed to grab the lightsabers, and before Sildarg knew it, one of Hadris’s apprentices had already been ran through.

Sildarg wanted to run, but something bubbled up inside of her. Why did Hadris think she was weak? What could he possibly know about her, she asked herself. Her blood started to boil as by the time two others fell, and the final straw was when someone swung a lightsaber at her. Sildarg felt the blade incinerate bone and muscle, her arm had been severed. She fell to the floor screaming in pain, there were only three of Hadris’s apprentices standing over her. Each armed with a red lightsaber, while Hadris only smiled and praised them. Tears streamed from Sildarg’s eyes, and when she looked up at the people she once tried to befriend, Sildarg was no longer present. All the pain and rage she bottled up for her entire life was unleashed on the four of them.

Hadris’ apprentices could feel the hatred ripple outward from Sildarg like water. It filled the air and washed over their skin, turning their triumphant attitudes into fear. The room simply felt wrong to them. One of the apprentices dropped his lightsaber, paralyzed by terror. Another tried to finish Sildarg off, but she had sprung upwards from the floor and gouged out his throat with her fingernails. The third ran for his life. As one of them bled out, she picked up his lightsaber and butchered the last one standing like he was a piece of meat. By the time she was done with him, his leg was in three different pieces, he had lost a third of his rib cage, and his head was bisected in a lopsided attempt at decapitation. All while Hadris watched. He was surprised, but impressed.

“Well done, my apprentice.” Hadris praised her, while that aura of dark rage still filled the academy. He congratulated her for finding her true potential, and sat a hand on her remaining shoulder. That was his last mistake. Sildarg simply tilted the lightsaber in her hand towards him and activated it. In his pride, Hadris failed to see that her hatred was for him, and him alone. She speared him through the heart and watched him bleed to death. By the time Sildarg finally came to her senses, the gravity of what she did had begun to set in. She had just butchered everyone in the academy, and as far as she knew, that made her the only living thing on this planet.

She ran, and found Hadris’s ship sitting in the sand. It was old, and hadn’t been moved from that spot in years, but after playing with the controls for a few minutes, she found out how to lift it off the ground. As she did, Sildarg could see someone waving at her from the ground, trying to get her to land. It was the apprentice she didn’t kill. Sildarg ignored him, and left him to whatever fate the desert of Korriban would have for him. After Sildarg broke the atmosphere, she flew in a straight line. She didn’t know where she’d go, but all she could think about was how it was all over. For the first time in her life, she was alone without anyone watching her for signs of weakness. Sildarg broke down into tears while the ship flew forward. She felt like a knife had finally been pulled out of her back after bleeding for so long.

Days passed, and Sildarg felt like she’d starve to death in the ship. The stump that used to be her arm hadn’t stopped burning with pain, and she had passed nothing but asteroids. In a fit of anger, Sildarg smashed her lightsaber against the dashboard of the ship, and accidentally discovered the existence of lightspeed. The stars began to blur around her, and suddenly she was flying faster than she thought possible. As useful as this discovery was, the controls were smoking. Seconds later, the ship tumbled out of FTL like a rock tumbled down a hill. Sildarg did her best to stabilize the ship with one hand, but she inevitably crash-landed on a nearby planet: Tatooine.

It was about as steep a crash as she could’ve hoped for, but the ship was destroyed for good. Sildarg climbed out of the smoking wreckage without her new lightsaber- She destroyed it when she learned about lightspeed travel. The desert sun felt familiar to her, but Tatooine’s climate was much warmer. Sildarg wandered the desert for hours, running on fumes by the time she found Bestine, the capital city. After using the Force to steal some food, and collecting her thoughts, Sildarg knew she had to do something different. This was her chance to move on from the Sith. After a few days of searching, Sildarg found work as a mechanic’s assistant. The human she worked for was suspicious of a one-armed Dathomirian in the Outer Rim, but she proved to be crafty and earned her money just fine. She even built herself a new arm out of some scrapped droids after she got used to working with one hand.

Months after Sildarg thought her life had officially changed for good, a Jedi Knight came to Bestine, scouting for Force-sensitive individuals to train. Sildarg happened to be the first one this Knight looked for. Sildarg hadn’t exactly sworn off using the Force since she fled from Korriban, and it wasn’t entirely impossible that one or two customers caught objects floating from time to time. It was only a matter of time until someone realized something was suspicious about Sildarg. Instead of attacking her, though, the Knight offered her a chance to use her gifts for a better cause, as a Jedi herself. The idea of being among so many Force-users and combat-skilled people in general scared Sildarg, but if she was being honest with herself, Bestine wasn’t very pleasant. She often caught herself in arguments with some disgruntled customer or her boss. Sildarg thought about it, and told the Knight she’d get ready to leave by the next day. She packed all of her things, including a few tools she “borrowed” from the mechanic shop, and set out for the planet D’Qar once she met up with the Knight.

She just hopes that this isn’t the worst decision she could’ve made, and that her past won’t catch up with her.

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So after thinking about it, I think I will allow it. But, I am going to say this, no more ex sith and no ex imperial chars from here on out.

@Theyra

Hell yeah. I’m part of the way done with Sildarg already. She might remind you of Tara when she’s done if you remember her.

Edit: Nearly done

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If Theyra’s cool with it I’m down. I’d just hate to bar someone else from playing a certain type of character, Y’know?

I’ll be back tonorrow

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Right of the bay the biggest difference is that Sildarg (my character) is an apprentice. She basically crash landed on D’Qar months ago, and lived in a dead-end down as a pseudo-mechanic until a Jedi realized the kid had force abilities.

She’s basically trying to completely move on from the Sith. Eventually someone will probably figure it out and then shit will hit the fan. If your character happened to be around too, she might be the first one to realize because Sildarg fights like a Sith somewhat. She uses their fighting forms if she gets pushed too far, and if things get especially bad she’ll essentially fall back on instincts and then hatred spews out like a Sith with zero discipline.

Do you think it’s possible they could both be in the rp? I’ve been playing with the idea that Sildarg will struggle a lot with the dark side. She’ll slip in and out of moments of uncontrolled anger like a real Sith, and into moments where she’s acting more like an actual Jedi. I think if there was someone else around who understood the struggle of being a former Sith, it would be a huge help for here.

That’s if you (and Theyra) would be down for two ex-Sith being around.

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So a force-sensitive former stormtrooper? I have to say no to this since he was a stormtrooper. He would have probably would been discovered to be force sensitive and taken away for another use to the empire.

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Yeah, I remember you and while I am not against the idea, it looks like you have the same idea as another interested player. So I have to ask do you have a second idea for a char or how attached are you to this current one?

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Yes you can

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We are primarily using legends content with some of the new canon in the rp. So do not worry about the sequels since they do not have an effect on the rp for the most part.

@Theyra

I started on a character sheet for her already. I could come up something else potentially, but right now I don’t have another idea. Depending on how similar the other person’s idea is or isn’t, we might be able to work something out.

I even made a lightsaber for her

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That honestly sounds really cool! Maybe if my storm trooper idea is approved, there could be some interesting interactions between our characters?

@Dragonfly 9

Could be interesting. But she's a bitter spiteful creature deep down. She's doing her best to be better than than but when you corner her, she doesn't really think about bearing her fangs. She just does it.