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I am not a GM or anything, but I can say that is not very likely to be allowed. It would probably be best to stick with the ones that have already been created. Star Wars has such an expansive universe that there is probably already one to suit your needs. What is it you were thinking? I might be able to give some suggestions.
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Name: Sirka'ith
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
Weaknesses:
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else.
Species: Ssi-ruu
Gender: Female
Appearance: (with brown scales, instead of red)
Age: 17 (this is an adult, as Ssi-ruu mature more quickly than humans)
Height: 2.15 meters
Skills/Abilities:
- Close to medium range combat specialist
- Strength equivalent to an adult wookiee
- Thick, blaster resistant hide
- Very keen sense of smell (able to detect changes in the emotional state of species with which she is familiar)
- Triple eyelids resist sudden bursts of light
- Surprising speed and grace for a creature of her size
Weaknesses:
- Long-range combat
- Eyesight poorer than that of a human
- Very limited non-combat skills
- Young age compared to adults of other species limits her practical experience
- Stands out in a crowd, or any other situation
- Little to no stealth capabilities
Equipment: Like most Ssi-ruu, Sirka wears only bandoliers across her chest to carry her belongings, along with whatever holsters she needs. Her primary weapon is a Mark II medium repeating blaster cannon. While normally a mounted weapon, the cannon can be carried by the heightened strength of a Ssi-ruu. She has modified it with a proper stock and grip, and powers it through a power cell which she wears as a backpack that, compared to her size, is reasonably compact. As a sidearm, she carries an E-11 blaster rifle, and a one-handed variant of a vibro-ax as a backup weapon. She also carries a small belt of fragmentation grenades.
Background: Sirka'ith had somewhat of a unique childhood among the Ssi-ruu. As xenophobic of a species as the Ssi-ruu are, they were forced to engage in some measure of diplomacy with the rest of the galaxy. Sirka's father was a black Ssi-ruu spy, ostensibly serving as a diplomat off-world, while her mother was a red Ssi-ruu bodyguard. This forbidden union made her a brown-scaled Ssi-ruu, and a member of the lowest caste of Ssi-ruuvi society. Normally, her egg would have been destroyed by her parents, but being outside their home system, her parents could not as easily get away with the murder, so they simply passed her off as the child of one of their brown-scaled Ssi-ruu servants.
In the first few years of her life, Sirka was in the position of being mostly ignored by the parents who had disowned her, and the servants who were meant to care for her. As such, no one bothered to stop her when she started to interact with the local populations of the worlds they were assigned to, something that would normally be forbidden for any Ssi-ruu hatchlings that, for whatever reason, found themselves outside Sii-ruuvi space. Her adoptive parents did teach her some of the Ssi-ruu, but she was more heavily influenced by the cultures of the worlds around her.
It was years before Sirka's father and his entourage returned to Lwhekk, and by that point, Sirka was too old, and had been outside Ssi-ruuvi space for too long to ever be able to accept what her life there would be like. The brown-scaled caste of Ssi-ruu were treated terribly. She did not care about the Imperium, nor about the religion they started to force on her. After a few beatings, she played along, but she resolved to escape as soon as possible. Luckily, the fact that she was raised outside Lwhekk also meant she was one of the few Ssi-ruu who could actually speak Basic, so it was not long before she was assigned to be a translator for a real diplomat. As soon as they reached a relatively large city, Sirka made her escape into the city's crowded underworld.
Despite only being a child at the time, Sirka found that there was one kind of work that such a large and intimidating being as herself could find quite readily. As a mercenary, she earned enough credits performing simple jobs to get offworld, and from there, she decided to continue honing her skills in combat. After all, it wasn't as if she had the skills to do anything else.
"Yes, I do, and I have some ideas on how to bring this clan together, even at its current size. The kind of leadership structure we are used to as lycans works well for us in most cases, but it is not ideal for a clan of this size. There has to be change, but it will not be easy, nor quick. The ideas I have will take time to work, perhaps even years. We can speak about it in more detail after all of this is over. For now, we should focus on the task at hand." Meesei answered as she stood to her feet.
"Do with Caleb whatever it is you would normally do with someone who commits a crime before their sentence. I understand you were in a great deal of emotional pain, Caleb, but we cannot afford to show favoritism, especially now. Considering your situation, Oswall may show leniency, and no one will question his decision. We will proceed with your plan for handling Galsek. Announce that someone is spreading misinformation, but do not specify who. And Vera, keep yourself protected. You, Darahil, and Oswall are not safe. My pack will stay with you, and you may wish to have other trusted individuals close at hand as well." Meesei advised before taking her leave. It was going to be some time yet before the test on the poison produced any results, and there was another matter Meesei needed to attend to while she had the chance. The previous night, Meesei had found the opportunity to instruct Gorlak to search Harriet's room, and she needed to see if he had found anything tangible.
As usual, Gorlak was likely going to be near the food, so Meesei quickly made her way to the dining chamber. She saw Gorlak, but made sure that he was not serving anyone else when she approached. It was between meals, so the chamber was not crowded, but she still had to be cautious. Although the secret of Jerrick's death had been revealed to the clan, Meesei was still keeping the identities of her allies a secret. They could still be very helpful, but only if no one knew about them. As she approached, she turned her eyes to the food. "Would I be able to get something simple. perhaps some bread?" She asked aloud before quickly following up much more quietly with her actual question. "Any results?" If he had found something, a simple nod would prompt her to arrange a place for them to meet and speak privately, likely somewhere near the meeting room, as it was a low-traffic area.
"Do with Caleb whatever it is you would normally do with someone who commits a crime before their sentence. I understand you were in a great deal of emotional pain, Caleb, but we cannot afford to show favoritism, especially now. Considering your situation, Oswall may show leniency, and no one will question his decision. We will proceed with your plan for handling Galsek. Announce that someone is spreading misinformation, but do not specify who. And Vera, keep yourself protected. You, Darahil, and Oswall are not safe. My pack will stay with you, and you may wish to have other trusted individuals close at hand as well." Meesei advised before taking her leave. It was going to be some time yet before the test on the poison produced any results, and there was another matter Meesei needed to attend to while she had the chance. The previous night, Meesei had found the opportunity to instruct Gorlak to search Harriet's room, and she needed to see if he had found anything tangible.
As usual, Gorlak was likely going to be near the food, so Meesei quickly made her way to the dining chamber. She saw Gorlak, but made sure that he was not serving anyone else when she approached. It was between meals, so the chamber was not crowded, but she still had to be cautious. Although the secret of Jerrick's death had been revealed to the clan, Meesei was still keeping the identities of her allies a secret. They could still be very helpful, but only if no one knew about them. As she approached, she turned her eyes to the food. "Would I be able to get something simple. perhaps some bread?" She asked aloud before quickly following up much more quietly with her actual question. "Any results?" If he had found something, a simple nod would prompt her to arrange a place for them to meet and speak privately, likely somewhere near the meeting room, as it was a low-traffic area.
The punishment for Caleb should be decided after the trial, likely, among many other things. If you think we should rp through speaking to Gorlak, we can do that next.
"Until we meet again." Tarentek said as Onyx took her leave. Once she was gone, he went about making breakfast at his own, leisurely pace. He started to slowly sear a fish, along with a few mixed vegetables. With the way it was being prepared, it took longer to make than a normal breakfast, but he had the time to kill.
As he waited for the fish to cook, Tarentek leaned back in a chair in the main room, thinking on the day ahead. Technically, he did not have to stay in Onyx's home, but he was still nervous about being out in public alone in the village. It would cause less trouble for him to stay out of sight. He just needed to find a way to pass the time alone. Unfortunately, a lot of what he would do back in Amman, such as training, required more space than the inside of Onyx's relatively small home. As he sat in the chair thinking, he looked up at the ceiling and let out a sigh. "Okay, this is going to get boring." He muttered to himself.
As he waited for the fish to cook, Tarentek leaned back in a chair in the main room, thinking on the day ahead. Technically, he did not have to stay in Onyx's home, but he was still nervous about being out in public alone in the village. It would cause less trouble for him to stay out of sight. He just needed to find a way to pass the time alone. Unfortunately, a lot of what he would do back in Amman, such as training, required more space than the inside of Onyx's relatively small home. As he sat in the chair thinking, he looked up at the ceiling and let out a sigh. "Okay, this is going to get boring." He muttered to himself.
I think I might start writing my next flashback post, though I'll probably give a shorter post in the morning first.
So, what else do you think we need to do before the trial? After getting the results from the test on the poison, Meesei is going to do as much investigating as possible. She herself will be watching Harriet and allowing her to build her defense, but she will have others looking into things. Particularly, she will have them searching for evidence of any other point at which Jerrick could have been poisoned. Also, Meesei certainly would have had either Gorlak or the other one search Harriet's room by this point, probably in the night or early morning before the announcement. I just didn't get a chance to go through it in IC.
"Hmm, and you truly believe that Harriet's packs will believe Galsek to be framed, even after seeing that we are allowing Caleb be sentenced by the one he attempted to kill? You know your people, and I will trust your advice, but..." Meesei began, her mind shifting to the thoughts this entire situation had brought up within her since Jerrick first explained it to her. By all accounts, he was an honorable individual and an effective leader, but there was one mistake of his she saw that had allowed all of this to happen. It likely started with good intentions, and he may have even inherited the issue with his position, but it was a weakness of the clan that threatened its very existence.
Meesei let out a deep breath. "I never thought I would say this, but loyalty is a problem in the clan. Its members are more loyal to people than our lord Hircine, and they are loyal to different people. I have noticed it ever since we arrived, the division among the packs. The people are separated into these groups which isolate themselves from one another. They don't know their brothers and sisters from some other packs, and they form suspicions of them. It is why this murder, this situation we are in, is so dangerous. There are people who would be willing to fight against their clan based only on their faith in their leader. The clan does need the loyalty, and the structure of the current system, but what it needs most is unity. The people need to get to know all of their brothers and sisters, at least to the point where they can see that they are not so different. The scholars should know the scouts who keep watch over the area; the warriors should know the alchemists who brew their potions. After all of this is over, after the traitor has been sentenced and a new leader selected, we need to tackle this issue. We have to build unity, so that this cannot happen again."
Meesei let out a deep breath. "I never thought I would say this, but loyalty is a problem in the clan. Its members are more loyal to people than our lord Hircine, and they are loyal to different people. I have noticed it ever since we arrived, the division among the packs. The people are separated into these groups which isolate themselves from one another. They don't know their brothers and sisters from some other packs, and they form suspicions of them. It is why this murder, this situation we are in, is so dangerous. There are people who would be willing to fight against their clan based only on their faith in their leader. The clan does need the loyalty, and the structure of the current system, but what it needs most is unity. The people need to get to know all of their brothers and sisters, at least to the point where they can see that they are not so different. The scholars should know the scouts who keep watch over the area; the warriors should know the alchemists who brew their potions. After all of this is over, after the traitor has been sentenced and a new leader selected, we need to tackle this issue. We have to build unity, so that this cannot happen again."
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