CronicCrystalis

Star Wars: For the Galaxy

Nar Shaddaa Spaceport

Sure enough there was a smuggler standing by next to an XS Freighter with a crimson colour scheme dubbed the "Escutcheon". At present said smuggler was currently reviewing a manifesto of what was being loaded onto the freighter, before signing said manifesto under the name "Salzar Uzaysun". But to those who knew the Sith Pureblood smuggler, that was not his preferred name.

Mark simply watched as the cargo was loaded onto the ship. Nar Shaddaa was Hutt territory. Neutral Space. In the buisness of smuggling, the Sith Pureblood knew that the more attention you drew to yourself, the more difficult your job becomes. And given he was seeing that he was going to ship supplies to a hidden hideout on Tatooine, in one of it's more uncharted areas for the occupants living there, he couldn't afford to allow himself to be tailed. Especially since three occupants had known ties to the Republic.

Once the cargo was finished loading, Mark would then need to wait for his chance to slip past the Imperial Empire's forces in the area and jump to hyperspeed at the first possible opportunity. Until then, he was a sitting duck, and he hated it.

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Nar Shaddaa Streets

Clad in black and scarlet robes, the occasional crackle of lightning surging around his arms to ward off any would-be hostiles through making them think twice before attempting to jump them, the Chiss Sith, Lord Zerenis Aotisa lead the hunt for the escaped Force presence. Every second wasted was a moment the presence could slip the net.

He'd taken the time out to single-handedly slaughter the entire SIS team along with the Imperial squadron while Arkana and Arkaos tangoed with the Jedi, but that was not his primary reason to be here. His objective was a little more personal. He held a vested interest in the Force presence and was intent on capturing or killing it if it refused to co-operate. Preferably, he'd much rather take it alive first. Not much you can learn from a corpse, afterall, though given Arkana and Arkaos' track record when it comes to Jedi, if they got to it first, that was not going to happen.

"At least Lord Stalicrat isn't here. His penchant for wanton bloodshed would only serve to complicate matters."

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

Izaroth naturally shook himself off to try and dry himself, running hands through his hair to try and get it back to how it was prior to being stuck in the healing pod, taking the time out to stretch his limbs before the doctors returned. Naturally, Izzy was quick to put two and two together in regards to why it took two nurses and a doctor to carry a single set of clothes.

"Weighted training clothes. And from the looks of it, it probably weighs about the same as my own Gi if it's taking 3 people to carry it." Izaroth thought to himself as he took the clothes off their hands. To Blaze it would look like the Doctors and nurses didn't get much exercise if they can't carry a pile of clothing, but if she asked Izaroth to hold a piece of it, she'd regret it.

Internal monologues aside, Izaroth then began to promptly dress himself, starting with the shirt first followed by the jeans. Izaroth's own uniform was identical to Blaze's, save for his being a few sizes larger for obvious reasons. Blue jacket, Black Shirt, Jeans, Black Boots.

"Hm. I wonder how this would look in Black and Red...?" Izzy said to no-one in particular as he began to inspect the clothing. He noticed the jacket in question was cut somewhat short, but other than that, everything seemed fine. He wasn't sure about how restrictive it'd be in an actual combat situation however.

Star Wars: For the Galaxy

Well, I'm gonna take the initiative and throw up a character post here. It's still a WIP, and I'll be adding to it over time. (If you don't like the SWTOR images, sue me.)

Crobalt Nicholas

Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Aliases: Equilibrium (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance:


Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: Assault/support sniper.
Weapons: Dual lightsabers. One blue, one Red. Also carries a sniper rifle.
Equipment/Items: Reflex-boosting stims x3 and a kolto gel pack.
Backstory/Personality:

"With the Jedi pretty much backed into a corner here, we've had to back ourselves into a corner, rethink our options. I've taken it upon myself to change a few rules here and there. It's how I've survived this long."

Usually a calm soul, Cronic is typically collected and serious in the heat of battle, and more at ease when he knows he's 100% safe and around those he trusts. The latter is in short supply these days, and the former is rarely guaranteed for long. If his daughter is in imminent danger however, he will drop everything he's doing to rush to her aid.

Having formed a group of fugitives consisting of a few friends, his wife and his daughter, this Jedi has had to alter the standard Jedi tactics of using a Lightsaber in order to actually survive long enough to see tomorrow, while employing guerilla warfare against the Empire where applicable. He knows that can't go on forever though, and he might not live long enough to see the end of the battle. So he's training his daughter in the ways of Lightsaber Combat and the force to give her better survival odds on the off chance something happens to him, alongside marksmanship training provided by his wife.

"If you're gonna complain why I'm married, I've never been a very devout Jedi Knight. If you don't like it, bite me."

Serena Marianne Crystalis

Name: Serena Marianne Crystalis
Aliases: Siege Medic (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Appearance:


Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: Assault/Healer
Weapons: Assault Cannon, Thermal Detonators
Equipment/Items: Kolto Bombs and Med-drones.
Backstory/Personality:

"So much death and destruction... We have to make the fallen's sacrifice count for something."

A calm and compassionate soul, who is always trying to keep everyone's spirits up, even in these dark times. In combat, however, she's a lot more determined and serious. Whether it's trying to keep everyone's limbs attached with her medical support or blowing limbs off the enemy with her assault cannon, she'll never back down. She's also very protective of her daughter. If someone harms her in any way, she'll bring the pain.

Formerly a combat medic of the Republic Millitary, she was forced to go underground when a Sith death squad came after her to try to get to Cronic. Up to this moment, she's one of the few things keeping the Jedi Knight and his friends' morale up. She knows that a full-scale assault against the Empire won't work. Not with their limited manpower and resources.

Phoebe Sophia Crystalis

Name: Phoebe Sophia Crystalis
Aliases: Prodigy (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance:

(Her hair's in a ponytail, just so you know.)

Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: Assault
Weapons: A single Lightsaber and a Blaster pistol, plus Thermal Detonators
Equipment/Items: Reflex stims x3 and Kolto Bombs
Backstory/Personality:

"I didn't survive this long just by pure chance, you know. My mom and dad didn't raise a liability. That and a little optimism can do wonders for your morale."

The only child of Cronic and Serena, she's oddly cheerful despite being raised in times of strife like this. That's not to say she can't shift gears and become deadly determined like her mother and father can however.

Despite being only fifteen, she's shown incredible prowess with a Lightsaber and the force, courtesy of her father training her in their use, but isn't above using more unorthodox tactics for a Jedi/Padawan, such as using a Blaster Pistol with her free hand, or lobbing a thermal detonator to quickly clear an enemy squad, or send their formation breaking. She gets that from her mother's training.

"Truth be told, I think she's going to be better at it than I am by the time she's 20. Couldn't have left a more impressive legacy, in truth." ~ Cronic

Mark Artemis Astaroth

Name: Mark Artemis Astaroth
Aliases: Source (Callsign)
Race: Sith Pureblood
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance:


Faction: Cronic's Group
Rank/Role: R&D/Trickster
Weapons: Blaster pistol, Thermal Detonators, Mines, remote-detonation explosives.
Equipment/Items: Stealth belt
Backstory/Personality:
"Gotta make the most of the hand I've been dealt, you know? Even if I am not force sensitive."
Oddly cheerful for a pureblood at first glance, and a bit sullen at times, Mark abandoned his Sith name, faked his death on Korriban and fled into secrecy when he showed no development in the ways of the force, having figured he'd be no better than a slave or a corpse if someone found out. Eventually he found his fame and fortune amidst the criminal underworld, and became a renowned, if somewhat notorious, smuggler.

Originally he hid his face beneath a full-face mask to prevent people from judging him based on what he is, not who he is, but after a chance encounter with Cronic who was willing to hear him out, he soon discarded that mask once he had friends to fall back on. To offset his lack of force power, he took a deep interest in technology, building stuff from scrap, dismantling existing tech to see what makes it tick, and having a bit of an over-eager interest in things that go boom.

"Some people look at me and instantly think Sith Lord. That's their call to make, but they're wrong. I'm just another guy with a gun and a penchant for tech."

Izaroth Aestorm

Name: Izaroth Aestorm
Aliases: Stalwart (Callsign)
Race: Human Cyborg
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance:

(Replace the hands with metallic prosthetics, or just say they've got synthetic "Skin" covering them.)
Faction: Cronic's group
Rank/Role: Mechanized combatant/Assault
Weapons: Typically has three distinct weapons sets, the functionality of which CAN be mix and matched but the sets cannot be changed in the combat zone;
Ranged Assault: Outfitted with Arms that have the functionality of Assault Cannons in his forearms. Leaves him with little melee combat ability, but is compensated for with thicker armour.
Twinsaber Speedster; A more lightweight chassis focusing on speed and mobility. Outfitted with a dual lightsaber as his weapon in this state, which can be split into two standard sabers and recombined as necessary.
Aerial Knight; This one comes with a jetpack unit to allow for assaults from any directions, equipped with a single lightsaber in his left arm and a shield generator on his right arm.
Equipment/Items: Surge Protectors as standard to prevent Force Lightning instantly ruining his day.
Backstory/Personality:

Being in the wrong place at the wrong time in the field of battle, Izzy took an explosive that practically reduced his original biological limbs to charcoal during the time of the sith attacks, and was almost left to die... Up until Mark Artemis Astaroth pulled him out of the fire, and got him back onto his feet. The technological know-how of Mark got Izzy walking upright once more with new prosthetic limbs and cybernetic enhancements to compensate for the damage.

Despite having effectively been crippled for a time, it hasn't affected his nature, one bit. Typically a calm, level headed individual, Izzy likes to hope for the best, but have contingencies in place for when the worst comes knocking. A confident soul, but knows all too well his limits, given how close he came to death.

Zerenis Aotisa

Name: Zerenis Aotisa
Aliases: Lightning Stalker (Callsign)
Race: Chiss
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Appearance:


Faction: Empire
Rank/Role: Force Adept
Weapons: A single purple lightsaber
Equipment/Items: Strength boosting stims
Backstory/Personality: Sworn to complete his mission until victory or death, Zerenis often finds himself tracking the Empire's most wanted. Highly skilled with a lightsaber, and can strike an adversary with force lightning from above with surgical precision without even budging an inch, this Chiss Sith once single-handedly decimated an enemy outpost just purely by those lightning strikes alone... While talking to someone via Holocommunicator.

Calm and extremely determined, no matter how extreme the situation, it takes a certain degree of character to break his icy demeanour, whether it be through pure rage, or by actually getting him to open up to another. Typically tends to work solo, mainly because he wouldn't trust his fellow Sith to watch his back without stabbing him in it. Tends to be at odds with the wanton carnage nature of Calthorn as a result.

Calthorn Stalicrat

Name: Calthorn Stalicrat
Aliases: Black Juggernaut (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance:


Faction: Empire
Rank/Role: Tank/Assault
Weapons: A single red Lightsaber
Equipment/Items: Shield Generator, Heavy Armour. "Who needs healing when you don't feel pain?"
Backstory/Personality:
"...Show me your strength, or I might just have you all for dinner. I AM a little famished afterall~"
A Sith who's basically a little unsound of mind and prone to violence, he originally grew up on Tattoine, his little settlement was attacked by republic troops and burned to the ground, Calthorn being the sole survivor due to a burst of then-unprecedented force lightning from his body, fuelled by the rage of the loss of his friends and family. He then passed out and happened to be found by a Sith who had "felt" the boy's power.

Many years later, Calthorn was more than content to strike at the republic as a fully fledged Sith who took great pleasure in making weaker adversaries crap themselves in fear before running for their lives, and changed "partners" on more than one occasion.

Nepeta Mai Parser

Name: Nepeta Mai Parser
Aliases: Cipher 31 (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:


Faction: Imperial Intelligence
Rank/Role: Sniper/Recon
Weapons: Sniper Rifle, Blaster Pistol, Combat vibroknife.
Equipment/Items: Reflex-boosting stims, Kolto gel pack.
Backstory/Personality:
"Always make the first shot count. You won't get a second."
Cipher 31, an imperial agent that is all but unheard of outside of imperial intelligence. A sniper who leaves no trace, but before anyone knows what's happened, another body is lying on the ground, and the sniper long gone by the time an investigation team arrives.

Damned effective at what she does, she typically is cold and composed no matter what the situation, only really letting her guard down and letting actual personality show through when two criteria are met; When she knows there's no risk of enemy attack, and when she's around someone she closely trusts. That someone being a fellow redhead bounty hunter. She only tells people her true name if she trusts them deeply. She also harbors a bit of resentment towards Sith, due to instances where Sith aggression has almost blown her cover.

Phaethon Lio Kataza

Name: Phaethon Lio Kataza
Aliases: Crimson Hunter (Callsign)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:


Faction: Neutral
Rank/Role: Bounty Hunter/Assault
Weapons: Dual Blaster Pistols, arm-mounted flamethrower (Right), Arm mounted missile launcher (Left)
Equipment/Items:
Jetpack "Any bounty hunter worth his salt is never seen without a jetpack."
Perception-boosting stims x3 "Cause even the most eagle eyed shot needs a boost now and again."
Backstory/Personality:
"No sense glorifying it. I kill people for money. Gotta put food on the table somehow. I just happen to be good at killing people."
Phaethon is, pure and simple, a bounty hunter. It's something he's gotten used to over time. He doesn't enjoy killing people, but in this line of work, a heart of gold is a signed death warrant. Admittedly he's not so far gone about using force to subdue or incapacitate his opponent, but if the target is deemed too dangerous to attempt to take alive, he'll have no qualms about using lethal force.

He's typically only looking out for himself, and normally follows the money trail. Just so happens the Empire is offering the biggest paycheck at the moment. However, if given a reason to, he may choose to work for someone free of charge if he deems it justified. Cross him at your peril, however, for he usually packs heavy firepower at all times. It is rumored he has a bit more than professional relationship with a certain imperial intelligence agent.

"Who says bounty hunters have no moral compass? I do, though not a lot of others follow by example."

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

Pulling up a chair, Cronic sat in contemplation for some time after everyone had finished speaking.

"...I don't think that's much of a choice here. All four of us have had negative run-ins with the Thalmor at some point in time. Two of which they were willing to commit genocide to get their hands on. Even if Sano wasn't here, if they figured out who we are, and our past transgressions... There's not a doubt in my mind that they'd be swift to act on that. Not to mention Clan Gray Mane has cast their lot with the Stormcloaks. They'd be able to kill two birds with one stone." Cronic said, sighing as he rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

"I know for a fact Serena would like nothing more than to spill Thalmor blood, but Yuki? She's not cut out to fight a war. She's too innocent. For now anyway. As for me, I'd sooner prefer to not jeopardize my chances of crossing a border without having to crack some skulls. But my gut tells me someone's gonna have to take the fight to them sooner or later."

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

"Start talking then, and remember that we'll be the judges of what happens next. And keep your voice down, alright? Someone's tuckered out from running from Giants, and is sleeping upstairs." Cronic said, his gaze shifting to the stairs behind him midway through the sentence.

"Given that there's been a string of Vampire attacks lately across Skyrim, if we don't like what you say, you might find yourself tied to a tree as a free meal. So like I said, choose your next words carefully."

"If I werent part of Aria's buisness, I'd have thrown him out by now. The guy just screams trouble."

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

Cronic just simply folded his arms, and opted to stand between Haru and Aria.

"Start talking, but if you try and drag us into a war, your ass is getting kicked over the walls of Whiterun." Cronic said calmly, though you could feel the hostility in his voice as he spoke.

"I don't care if you know Aria from previous encounters or not. If not for your job offer, I'd have kicked your ass by now." Cronic said, cracking his knuckles to put emphasis on his point.

"So choose your next words VERY carefully."

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

Izaroth himself was still out of it in the next healing pod/room. Much like Blaze, he too had been undressed down to his underwear, which was a mere pair of boxer shorts. Physically, he wasn't as muscular as most people realise, being above average in that regard, but in his eyes, being a walking mass of muscle only served to draw attention to him. Though given he was more injured than Blaze was in the fight against Glacias, it makes sense he'd take a little longer to recover, the oxygen mask being the only thing keeping him from drowning. He did show signs of stirring, however.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer... Wait what?" Izaroth thought to himself, as his eyes slowly began to open, and after his vision came back into focus, realised the situation he was in.

"...Please may they not have done invasive surgery while I was out. Izaroth thought to himself, as he simply floated there and waited for a time.

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

"...I don't know what it is he got caught into, but I don't think it would've been pleasant if you'd got caught in it too... Not to mention we'd probably have to burn what you're wearing now as a result." Cronic naturally winced at the person who had the door slammed in his face, before turning to look at Aria in order to ask a question.

"... Friend of yours?" Cronic asked, pointing towards the door as he set the bow to one side. Aria wouldn't just slam the door in someone's face for no apparent reason, especially if they were a paying customer. Getting back to his feet, quickly stretched his arms and legs just in case he needed to dole out some hurt.

Dragonball Xenoverse - Side Story

"To be perfectly honest... I wasn't expecting that to damage him as much as it did..." Izaroth said through laboured breathing, occasionally glancing backwards at Glacia and Maja going toe to toe with one-another.

"Mind sending someone to pick up my gi though? Preferably before whoever she is decides to eat it. Just make sure it's someone physically strong; It's heavier than it looks." Izaroth said as he basically went limp, the adrenaline of the past few moments wearing off coupled with his exhaustion having taken it's toll on him.

"If this is what the higher-end patrollers are like, I'm gonna need to step up my game if I want to keep up."

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades [Jake & Cronic]

"...No, that ain't gonna work either..." Cronic sighed to himself as he sat with his oversized bow on his lap in the odd jobs building, going through idea after idea as to how to get the bow to work... And failing miserably each time.

"...Gah. How am I supposed to make this thing anything other than an oversized parchment weight?" Cronic said, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Having not seen hide or hair of Yuki or Serena for a good hour, assuming they're either asleep or otherwise pre-occupied, he figured he'd use the alone time to try and work out what it is the bow is meant to fire... If it's even capable of doing that.

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Upstairs in the guest room, Serena was still asleep, but was also tossing and turning regularly. Most would assume she was having a nightmare, but there was a second factor why she was seemingly restless, but not immediately apparent at a glance.