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Star Wars: Revanchism [Knights of the Old Republic/Mandalorian Wars]

Ah I see... Either way that's kind of bad.

I will have to rework the character a bit...

The link you sent was helpful, but I admit that the guides are problematic for the character I had in mind.

Angron is not meant to be a likeable badass, or even trying to earn the parties respect. Angron is meant to be a somewhat deranged monster who's only redeeming feature is that he is really good at killing people (A skill that that a increasingly desperate Republic could use).

Then again, I can understand why, in a story about falling to darkness, having a character start off radiating darkness itself could be an issue.

Star Wars: Revanchism [Knights of the Old Republic/Mandalorian Wars]

I've just submitted a character if you'll have me and him...

Personally I think the Jedi might be a little unnerved by him... Oh well.

Star Wars: Revanchism [Sheets]

Angron

Name: Angron
Species: Trandoshan
Age: 23
Rank/Title: Tactical Consultant
Planet of Origin/Birth: Dosha
Force Sensitive Y/N: No.

Appearance:
Standing at just under two meters tall, Angron's scales are a dark brown color; So dark that it's only possible to see the large amount of scars and scar tissue that seem to be present over almost all of his body under a bright light. Despite being a little shorter then most of his kind, Angron's well toned body suggested a great deal of raw strength to call upon in a fight.

Angron's armor is not standard issue for the republic armed forces. It has a slightly 'pot luck' look about it, the different parts clearly not belonging to the same set. Each part was selected because it was the best that the trandoshan could buy/trade/steal for at the time being. To give himself some form of professionalism, he has painted his armor a rather dull and deary gray in order to help him blend into his surroundings.

Angron often goes into battle wielding a chalon sword, a knapsack of explosives and a flamethrower kept in reserve.

Skills/Abilities/Talents/Training:
- Several years of mercenary work.
- Demolitions.
-Slaver tactics
-Connections to the black market.

Flaws:
- Considered Untrustworthy
- No force powers.
- Somewhat distant from those he is working for.
- Expendable asset.

Equipment:
- One full set of 'It's not pretty, but it does its job better then yours' armor
- One chalon sword.
- One flamethrower.
-A large knapsack.
- A number of explosive devices the make, model and type varying on the job ahead.

Psych profile:

During his first job, Angron suffered a conflict of faith. Either you could be honorable, proud and attempt to gather major points with the Scorekeeper before you died horribly, or you could be a little less honorable, a little less brave and earn a paycheck... as well as earning some points with the Scorekeeper on the side. Angron decided to go with the second course of action, earning two wookie pelts that were slightly burned and somewhat tattered due to the use of explosives and since then he has never looked back.

The more honorable and proud might call Angron a shifty, cowardly little bastard for his somewhat dishonorable tactics and unwillingness to get caught in a fair fight unless it was stacked in his favor. Angron himself would dismiss these claims as the insults of naive fools who don't understand that honor is meaningless to the dead and dismembered; War is not some grand adventure in which the enemy is going to get a good flogging and everyone is going to be going home in time for the holidays. Telly ho and what not!

Despite the fact that patriotism worried Angron like any other viral plague that could be named, he'll put his discomfit aside for the sake of the paycheck.



History:
Angron was born on Dosha in a clutch of eggs, surrounded by his brothers and sisters.

Born into a small but successful clan of slavers, Angron was given a pretty well rounded education alongside his siblings. While the clan wasn't afraid to look out for the well being of one another, some lessons were delivered a lot more hardheartedly then others and not all of Angron's siblings survived to reach their teenaged years.

On the crisp of young adult hood, Angron's father Dussk started to bring Angron and his siblings along on raids to pick up slaves and other things of value with the rest of the clan. Often targeting small, relatively lightly defended Wookie settlements, Angron's role in the raids often came down to sneaking in under cover of darkness and rigging up numerous explosives around the settlement (Targeting defensive and communication equipment first and foremost) before setting them off and spreading chaos for the rest of the clan to take advantage of. While Angron performed his duties rather well, Angron's habit of also setting up charges on buildings that housed Wookie warriors was met with mixed responses; While doing so helped ensure the raid was successful due to the Wookies being less able to defend themselves, killing such fine Wookie specimens in a way that heavily damaged their pelts meant less profit and points for their raids.

This came to a head during the four raid. Angron rigged up the Wookie barracks as he normally did, himself and the clan unaware that the Wookie barracks also doubled as their ammo dump. The resulting explosion was much bigger then expected, wiping out a third of the settlement and heavily damaging their profits from the raid as well as alerting the neighboring settlement that something was wrong. The clan was only able to abduct a third of the remaining Wookies before overwhelming aid from the neighboring settlement arrived and they were forced to flee with what they had.

While it was generally agreed by most of the clan that what happened was an unforeseeable accident, they had to be seen delivering punishment in order to save face with the other clans. Angron was forbidden from taking part in future clan raids until he was a full adult by the clan leader, whom also ritually cut off one of Angron's hands in order to make up for the loss of profit from the botched raid. For his part Angron understood why this had to happen and accepted it, waiting patiently for his hand to grow back and for his sixteenth birthday before requesting permission from the clan leader to go and become a mercenary in the galaxy at large. The request was accepted and Angron was was given some gifts from the clan to give him a good head start in his career.

Angron has been a mercenary for at least seven years now, collecting a number of scars and stories along with paychecks and salvage. When the Mandalorian Wars began, Angron made sure that his contacts would ensure that the Republic would have an easy time finding his name and number if they had any work for him. As the war started to go against the Republic and the situation started to turn dire, Angron was contacted and details were work out. The Republic might have been forced by the situation to start taking on mercenaries to try and supplement their forces on a number of fronts, but admitting such a thing to the general public would revel just how bad the situation had become and just be another cause of unrest; Instead of hiring mercenaries, the Republic had officially started hiring a number of experienced consultants in order to provide aid and advice to their forces spread out over a number of theaters of war. Angron is one such consultant who was quickly assigned to IRSOG 37.

Relationships and Acquaintances:
Members of his clan.
Various Criminal Organizations
Colonel Traest Krey’lis (And other Republican members of IRSOG 37 (

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

And finished the new post.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Blue Skies

The bells of the church of Blue Skies rang out to to announce to the world that a loving couple had been wed into eternal bliss under the eyes of the Goddesses.

Congratulations had been offered, various items had been thrown in celebration and the happy couple had departed shortly after the kiss that sealed their vows to spend the rest of existence by each others side. In fact, the newly wed couple had looked so cute and happy together laying beside the church's alter (The bride had nuzzled her head against the grooms neck and used him as a makeshift pillow) that Laughing Consort had deemed it an injustice to even think about parting them. Despite all the extra work that creating an Alicorn with them as the base would be, it was a task that Laughing and the rest of the wedding party was more then happy to take on.

However, that was not the only good news that would grace them this day. One of the Wedding Party members that had been sent out to check on how the party with the slaves and servants had gone before returning with a wide grin and a small Pegasus foal riding on his back. The foal was smiling widely, but his eyes appeared to be having a lot of trouble focusing on anything. The cultist announced loudly as he darted past his brothers and sisters who were busy taking care of and sorting through the rest of the guests "FATHER CONSORT, I'VE FOUND A CHOSEN!"

Laughing Consort paused in his work, carefully putting down the remains of the father of the bride before looking at the cultist carrying the foal. "Then what are you waiting for? Bring them here and go and fetch some water and food!" The child was quickly placed in front of Laughing Consort, several cultists including the one who had brought the child running off to gather what he had requested. With a sad smile on his face, Laughing knelt down to look the foal in his unfocused eyes before softly asking "Can you hear me?"

The child took a little while to respond to the fact that someone was talking to him at all. This wasn't that strange; All Chosen felt like they were underwater after their first encounter with Laughing's concoction because the senses had to readjust to being limited to the senses of a body after briefly being graced with so much more. The child slowly nodded his head, but didn't seem able to speak at the moment.

Laughing let out a small sigh before speaking again. "Do you remember much of the eternal party? Of meeting the pink hostess?" The child shook his head a little, Laughing reaching out to help steady the poor foal. "That's okay. Few remember right away. The shock of seeing so much and embracing so many new senses at once is an experience that needs some time to be filtered by our mortal shells. Do you want me to tell you what is happening?" The foal nodded his head, but it was clear that his unfocused state made such an act tricky. Dizziness sucked after all.

"Well my friend, I have some good news and some slightly-not-so-good-news-at-the-moment-but-it'll-turn-into-good-news-later." Laughing started, his smile and tone playful and friendly. "The good news is that your friends, family and almost all of the ponies in your town have been invited to join the greatest party their ever was. They have been freed of having to work or feel hunger pains and can now enjoy the fun and enticement that awaits them at the eternal party of the Laughing Mare. The slightly-not-so-good-news-at-the-moment-but-it'll-turn-into-good-news-later is that the Laughing Mare has chosen you to stay behind and help send out more invitations to her party. She has taken a good old look at you and seen something that told her that you were worthy of helping bring more ponies to her party. While that does mean you're going to have to miss out on the party itself for a while, when you're finally done your work you'll get the warmest and bigger welcome imaginable! And they'll make sure that a slice of cake will be put aside just for you. Now I know you don't know much about inviting ponies to such a grand party right now but don't worry. We'll take care of you..."

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Old Ponyville

Lowering his head a little in order to better hear what Snow had to say to him, Torrential's face betrayed... regret. It was not an emotion that he allowed himself to feel often. However, with a small ruffling of feathers as he shifted his wings back into their proper place, the alicorn rose to his hooves before walking over towards the recently blinded mare. Sitting down next to her and wrapping one of his wings around her body, he carefully pulled her against him before leaning down and softly planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry." He whispered softly before he started to nuzzle her gently. It wouldn't help heal her by any means but it would hopefully help make her feel better.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Blue Skies

In the town of Blue Skies, an even that had been months in the making was finally taking place.

Originally the wedding of Lucky Day and Calming Star was meant to be a small affair; Both unicorns belonged to upstanding and well liked families, but neither family really had the money to spend on a large wedding. That changed when by chance Bishop Consort and his followers had arrived in Blue Skies and heard about two ponies seeking to cement their union under the gaze of the goddesses. Bishop Consort had taken it as a sign from the goddesses that this wedding was to receive their blessing and whoa and behold if he wasn't a humble servant.

What had started off as a small and private wedding quickly grew as the Bishop and his followers poured more money and supplies into the wedding, quickly becoming a town wide event. Everyone had been invited; While the slave caste hadn't been allowed to attend to wedding or the after party, they had been allowed a half day off from their hard duties as well as access to fruit juice, wine and cake in order to toast and celebrate the happy occasion.

After the first toast to the newly wed couple, the Bishop had politely taken his leave in order to check up on a personal matter while the party carried on without him. In truth he had withdrawn to his own personal wagon, allowing himself the chance to be alone for a few hours to enjoy the company of his dearly beloved wife. He could still quite vividly remember the very birthday that he had proudly announced his engagement to his friends, family and in general just about every pony who had ever met him back in his home town. He still remembered the toast... how the wine had made him feel perfect bliss as his poison had done what he had designed it to do.

The only being that had the right to know his real name was his beloved Laughing Mare herself. Still despite his attempts to join her during his birthday party with everyone else who had known his real name, she had spared him and sent him back in order to help make others as happy as he made her. It was a duty the newly named Laughing Consort took very seriously.

She always liked it best when he sent her happy souls. They always put her in a good mood.

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Torrential continued to sit for a little while, resting. With each passing minute, he appeared just that little bit healthier. That little bit stronger. However, for the moment he was simply going to wait and recover his strength. He trusted that Snow would find Star quickly enough and make sure she was alright. There were other ponies around, but until they acted against him and his own, he would treat them with the same mutual respect as any other.

Colonial Powers, A NRP of colonisation, conquest and diplomacy.

Ah... It seems that you've filled up. No real point in finishing my application then. Sorry...

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

And Torrential is still amongst the land of the living.

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

It was quite clear from the difficultly that Torrential was having breathing and the pained expression on his face that he was not having a good day. Being hit by his own lightning strike had hurt like all hell; The fact that there had been a metal pole rammed through his lung at the time didn't exactly help matters and sure as hell didn't do him any favors. Still, despite the horrible condition he was in, his horn started to glow softly... somewhat weakly in fact. The pole that was still impaling him started to glow as well, slowly and with the odd pain filled jerk it started to be removed from his body. Still progress was slow... and a helping hoof wouldn't have been turned down in the slightest.

Snow's blue dress seemed to lose its solid form, melting into a blue liquid again before sliding back towards its creator. It seemed to pool around the wound caused by the pole, draining into the hole left behind as space was freed up, reforming its into the bits and pieces that were missing and repairing the damage that the impalement had done. By the time the pole was removed completely, the damage it had done was merely superficial and being undone with each passing second. Torrential still looked like he had gotten the absolute shit kicked out of him and that he wouldn't be moving all that fast for a while, but he seemed more alive as he forced himself into a proper sitting position, allowing him to look around much easier then before. Turning to look at Snow again after doing a quick look around for threats, he offered her a small smile as he simply said "Thank you. As the old saying goes what doesn't kill you can certainly make you wish that it did. Are you and Dancer alright?"

Colonial Powers, A NRP of colonisation, conquest and diplomacy.

Work in Progress.

Nations Name: The Incorporated States of Everglow.
Flag:
Form of Government: Constitutional Empire
Describe the System: At the top of the Empire there is the Emperor or (More often then not) Empress. During their reign, the current ruler may take on as many or as few students as they deem fit in order to try and mold them to be the next ruler of the empire. Ever since the foundation of the empire it has always been a fundamental law that anyone from any tribe, clan or social position could be selected as a student of the current ruler, provided that they had traits that the current ruler deemed acceptable to have in their heir.

Just below the Imperial Throne is the Senate. Made up of the elected representatives of their various demesnes of the Empire, the Senate of the Incorporated States of Everglow was founded when the Empire was first formed in order to give the various different peoples that made up the Empire a voice in the political landscape of their nation as well as acting as a balance of power to the Imperial Throne; Hearing the old tales of tyrants with total control of their lands going completely insane with power and the damage they caused, the founders of Everglow wanted to avoid making the mistakes of the past.

At the time being, thirteen people make up the Senate. Twelve elected representatives and the current Emperor or Empress. The Emperor or Empress's vote counts for three, giving their opinion weight but not enough so that they can outright control the Senate. The Senate is the main legal body on the Empire, with most laws and all courses of action that effect the empire as a whole being discussed and voted on within it. The most well known duty of the Senate is voting on who shall be the heir of the current ruler. The Emperor/Empress presents the students they selected to teach the ways of leadership to the Senate and the Senate votes on who they believe would be best to take over the mantle of leadership. The Senate as a whole has three possible options per candidate; Vote in support of them, Vote against them or do nothing. The Senate can vote once per candidate; It isn't strange for someone to vote in support of more then one candidate if they believe that either of them would make a good ruler.

Below the Elected Representatives of the Senate are their respective demesnes. Where the Senate decides the course of the Empire as a whole, the Demesne Governments tend to be more focused on the day to day affairs of their respective territories.

Location on Map Desired: While having access to the coast would be required, most of my turf can be inland.
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Important Settlements:
Description: (Describe an average city in your nation. Culture, language, currency etc.)
Important Characters:
Traits:
Army: (I will roll this, navy, GDP and stability.)
Navy:
GDP:
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