Fiber

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

Didn't see a CS, so here's one I'm working on

@Hyyde322

The Character Sheet is in post 0 of the characters tab.

Forgive my eagerness but my muse cannot be stopped hehe. Here it is ->

Urr'argh Ak-Shaffi, the Wanderer

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Hero. Outcast. Failure. Much scorn and praise can be contributed to this Ghorfa. The weight of burden rests heavily upon him. The bonds of servitude are latched upon his people. He must will himself to be strong against his growing desperation. To be the hope his united kurantt deserve. A wandering soul trying to find cause, gather strength, gain power to free his people. Savagery. Brutality. Cunning. All traits must be called upon to save the children of the Dune Mother. He appears churlish, overconfident and rude, many dismissing him as a mere upstart primitive. Beware those who underestimate him, for they will find krayt poison in their food and a bomb in their guarded safe spaces. Death comes for those who stand in the way of the kurantt. In the contrary, those who know him personally know him as honourable, in the Ghorfa sense. He does not lie, he does not hurt the young or frail. Fiercely determined to his cause, there is something to admire in this fierce primitive. Barbarism hides cunning, using the skewed views of the outsider to form a protecting image around him. They think him senseless, dumb, unable to grasp the greater scope of the galaxy. But he is a storyteller, the wisdom of his entire people is branded into his brain. Armed with the annals of history, a greater mind can be created from that of a primitive. One aware of shortcomings and strengths, patiently waiting for the time to strike. He is limited in this great galaxy and he is painfully aware of it. Notable Skills ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Survivalist: Wasteful children the Dune Mother makes not. This one can utilise expert survival knowledge learned from years in the sands and stars to be self-sufficient from dreaded civilisation. Isolation makes people strong, lest they break under the pressure. Terrorist or Freedom Fighter?: Improvised explosive devices can be made out of wires, overcharged blaster packs and a simple trigger. A spiked fall trap can be hidden under carefully placed tarps and foliage. Ambushes can be set against supply lines or sleeping troops. People can be taken hostage for ransom, better supplies, better guns, to be turned against the oppressor. Torture is a tool wielded expertly to reveal movements of kidnappers and the kidnapped. Primitive gunsmith: The slugthrower is often dismissed by the wider galaxy as loud, inefficient and primitive. Can a regular blaster kill a man 1000 meters away? Can blaster packs contain poisons which drag a man's death out to hours and hours? Can it brutally take a chunk of alien flesh out of its torso, viscera splattering over its comrades? Many have dismissed his rifles and many have thus fallen to them. Primitive chemist: Taught by the shamans of the wastes, he wields a basic understanding of chemicals and poisons to inflict pain unto his enemies. Poisoned slugs, yellow-green gas lethal to sapients without rebreathers, flammable clear liquids which offer a strong drink to pass the time. Rudimentary, limited knowledge but wielded with deadly effectiveness. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Urr'argh Ak-Shaffi 45 Ghorfa Average	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Storyteller. Wanderer. Chosen of Beyond Her Grasp. Chieftain of the Dune Sea. This one was once trained by a she-devil, an Ulia-ah deemed different from the others and thus separated, to be trained as a tale weaver. Hour after painstaking hour, he would recite the verbal history of his people. From the time they emerged from the gardens as Kumumgah to when they were struck down to Her Grasp in the sands, changed into the Ghorfa. Failure in his recitation would cause the pain of death upon him. He would take over his predecessor, the she-devil taskmaster taken to wander aimlessly in the Dune Sea, as he will do for his own successor. As is the way. The title of storyteller changes often, for the dunes are cruel as She is cruel. An elder storyteller can spell doom for a tribe, for an early death of a storyteller means a tribe falls to infighting, unworthy of the Ghorfa. He thus taught another young one swiftly after, following in his predecessor's footsteps and cast out into Dune Sea. As is the way. Star Wanderer he became, a Beyond, taken by an outsider as pet and subordinate. Taken beyond Her Grasp, further than the fighting twin brothers in the sky. He learned the ways, the tongues, the civilisation of the outsider. He saw naught but things to look down upon. They fought just as the Ghorfa, were just as greedy and just as cruel. They call him primitive but all he could see was folly, blinded by their arrogance in technology. He would escape when his master turned on his people, as any freethinking Ghorfa should as Her children do not kneel. He would return to Her children scattered from the heights he had seen them before, brought low by an enemy he had years to learn from. Hero they would call him, Chieftain of the Dune Sea. Failure, the outsiders would whisper later on. A primitive terrorist failing his primitive people. His people cast into the bonds of servitude, under the heel of civilisation. Justice has come for the lawless, as the outsiders would claim it. But still, the Ghorfa do not kneel in the starmetal hulls of their captors. Bound and bloodied, they plot and scheme, planning the excruciating deaths for those who brought them low. And he shall free them, stowed away in one of the starmetal ships. He will free his kurantt or die trying. Notable Possessions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Gaderffii: Traditional two-handed weapon of the Ghorfa, a favoured weapon of Her children. With one spiked end and a bludgeon on the other, it is a crude, simple tool. No adornments, only scratches and dents inflicted upon it by enemies laid low. His is customised, a barbed spike to rip the fleshy chunks out of poor sapients and frequently dipped in krayt venom. Custom Cycler slugthrowers: When resources were still aplenty for her children, he had fashioned two innovations for his people. One a shorter barreled, smoothbore Cycler with a lever-action loader and cartridge, a faster firing mechanism for shorter ranges. Another a longer barreled, scoped, traditional bolt action variant for sniping, effective for targets 800 meters away. As long as one can calculate trajectories with relevant gravitational acceleration, coreolis effect and wind speeds, this can extend to targets 1000 meters away. Poisons and chemicals: Brewed and wielded by the shamans, he has with him tools to make a sapient's death cruel and extended. Kill painfully so that your enemies flee. Inflict horrible chemicals gas and poisoned rounds so your enemies suffer. Or incapacitate them so they may suffer more personally. Stored within opaque glass vials upon his person, saner sapients would call him a madman. Witnessing the effects of these first hand, they would be madmen if they did not run away. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

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Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

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They say that when Alderaan died 200 years ago that was the first time anyone alive had felt such a great disturbance in the force; that even the wisest struggled to understand what had happened. That was when a planet dying meant something, the days where names like Skywalker and Palpatine belonged to living people, instead of sitting alongside figures like Revan and Exar Kun in the domain of ill-remembered stories and legends. Now the galaxy has seen the Great War, the first war fought where all sides had mass produced superweapons with firepower once reserved for the Death Star or Starkiller Base. The opening salvo killed more people than the Clone Wars, the Galactic Civil War and the First Order/Resistance Conflict combined. Anyone who could listen said that it sounded like the force itself was screaming as countless worlds died and over half the galactic population perished. The intense fires of conflict became smoldering embers once the stockpiles were exhausted and what remained of the governments and industries that had built the superweapons lay shattered into a thousand pieces. The core worlds are all but gone, the inner rim is just as devastated, and what passes for civilization is scattered among the outer reaches of the galaxy. Even landscapes as hostile as the deserts of Tatooine and the icy wastes of Hoth are sought after in this era; many of the most recent generations have no home world, living a nomadic existence amid a fleet of ships and never even breathing the air of a real atmosphere.

Now the galaxy is dotted with warlords and bandits, commanding whatever forces they have and trying to carve their own slice of territory. They give their forces grandiose titles, there is no shortage of new empires, republics, orders, federations, but whatever they call themselves or whatever great heritage or ideology they claim means little. In the same manner Jedi and Sith have become empty words, adopted by any thug or mystical charlatan with a lightsaber and some half remembered teachings; a thousand disparate traditions clinging to old ideals. Few have time to think beyond the hardships of everyday life. To the those that open their mind to the force and listen to it, they hear something new amongst the ruins, something that has replaced the terror from the height of the war. They feel it growing weaker, straining more and more, and calling to them only for it to fade each time; as though the force itself is dying, and no one knows why.

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This will be a Star Wars RP taking place long after the Sequel Trilogy, many years past established canon. I'm aiming for a mix of a dark,er post apocalyptic feel, typical star wars action and adventure, and hopefully some philosophical introspection about what the force is and what it means to individuals. shaking up the setting quite a bit. At the start of the RP the players will be on a ship in a refugee fleet, all have their own reasons for being there, and will find themselves thrown together to survive, leading to a galaxy spanning adventure. More details of the lore will be fleshed out as we go on.

Canon Policy
Disney Canon and Legends are both welcome and encouraged. Disney Canon takes precedence over Legends in the case of a conflict between them. Events between the Sequel Trilogy and the current time in the RP have been left vague intentionally to allow for the ability for players to fill in the details.

Timeline

179 Years After the Battle of Yavin: Things weren’t going well before the war. History is spotty, but something called the “Imperial Republic” was nominally in charge, and they had made a lot of enemies. They were fighting small conflicts for years, but in 179 ABY a coalition had formed, one that spanned the whole galaxy and had enough firepower to pose a serious challenge, including their own stockpile of superweapons with planet destroying power. Negotiations break down quickly when the coalition presents its demands and no compromise can be found, despite the efforts of the Jedi to find a peaceful solution. Every source seems to have a different idea of who was worse between the two sides, but both of them quickly decided to prepare for war. The last few rounds of negotiations were just stalling tactics meant to buy time for more war planning.


180 ABY: The bloodiest year in galactic history. The Great War begins with a series of explosive offensive maneuvers by both sides, employing superweapons to break through hard targets. This quickly leads to escalation, where each side adopting a scorched earth policy, opting to immediately destroy enemy worlds rather than lose precious time attempting slower tactics like sieges, bombardment, or ground invasion. Coruscant, Corellia, Kuat, and all of the other most prominent population and economic centers of the core worlds are destroyed. Force users begin to feel something called that will later be called the Cacophony, driving many mad or away from the force.


182 ABY: Command structures for all sides completely break down; there is effectively no more civilian government to direct the military efforts. Holonet has ceases to function, and communication across the galaxy is severed. Countless records and valuable knowledge are lost during the destruction. After two years of fighting the galactic core is a desolate region, virtually every target of value destroyed. Fighting moves on to the inner rim and the colonies. Officers no longer look at maps of what territory their forces control, only what enemy targets are not destroyed. All large scale organization amongst both Jedi and Sith has collapsed from losses in war and the on effects of the Cacophony. Many splinter sects are formed, as the forces upholding rigid doctrine and preventing heresy are no longer present and apocryphal stories mix with what remains of holy scripture. These new groups have no shortage of adherents, finding many among those looking to understand all the tragedy around them.


185 ABY: Desertions and splintering becomes have become rampant on all sides, as old loyalties mean little and commanders begin to use their forces to carve out their own empires and win their own fortunes. Hyperspace travel is tougher as the busiest trade routes are the scene of intense fighting, and many planets along them are also targeted. The Inner Rim is now looking as empty as the core worlds, and the center of the fighting spills into the expansion region and the mid rim. With few dense population centers left, any world with a temperate climate, significant industry, or a good location on a trade route is now a prime target.

190 ABY: The year of the last recorded planet destructions. All known superlaser equipped vessels have been destroyed, and the all stockpiles of Baradium Fission, Resonance, and Particle Disintegration warheads have been exhausted after years of fighting. The vast mining operations and factory worlds that allowed the weapons to be built in the first place now lie in ruins. Life signs are rare in the Core and Inner Rim. Warlords and refugees alike begin to focus on the Outer Rim, where fighting has been more limited in scope. The Cacophony has stopped, leading to an eerie period of calm in the force.


192 ABY: Refugees remain rampant, with few habitable worlds left; they form massive fleets, making their endless journey from system to system in search of a home. They are easy prey for any warlord or criminal organization that needs disposable manpower. First rumors begin to circulate about a group known as the Nameless Fleet, based in the unknown regions with occasional incursions into the rest of the galaxy. All reported encounters with them are hostile, and few survive. Astute force users start to notice a change in the force, a feeling of weakness and uncertainty that was not there before. It’s little discussed; out of the dozens of traditions and interpretations almost none know how to explain it. The wisest among them talk about in hushed tones, as they feel that something is wrong with the force itself.

194 ABY: The Hutts establish an agreement that ends virtually all large scale conflicts inside their space, facilitated through an elaborate system of tributes and taxation. All except those at the very top must pay, and Hutt Space becomes the Galaxy’s greatest marketplace for goods, whether benign or morally dubious. Crime and the slave trade are commonplace, but war stays at its borders.

200 ABY: Current Year. Reported sightings of the Nameless Fleet grow more frequent in Galactic South, some even report losing entire star systems to them. Little other details are available. A confederation of warlords in the Galactic North signs the Dubrillon Accords, establishing a tentative system to choose a ruler among them. Whether this establishes any lasting peace is yet to be seen. The Galactic South remains as chaotic as ever. The strange feeling of the force has only grown since eight years ago, and now even less experienced force users have begun to feel the weakness. No one has been able to prove their theory on its meaning, but more and more people fear that the force itself may fade away.

Galaxy Map

Credit to reddit.com/user/_DarthSyphilis_ for the map.
Please note: A planet is listed does not mean intact. Many of the locations on this map are destroyed

The core of the galaxy is easy to get lost in. Some scavengers try to look for treasure here, and pirate pick off many who do, but aside from that there is little traffic here. Even those looking make a shortcut on trade runs stay out of here unless they are extremely brave or foolish.

The Unknown Regions are just as mysterious as they have always been. The war has seen more fleeing into them; oftentimes vanishing without a trace in the uncharted depths. The Nameless Fleet is theorized to use somewhere in this area as their base of operations.

Forces fighting in the Galactic North had less desertion issues in the war, and even to this day the region is less fragmented. Dozens of small-time dictators and warlords still run this place, but they tend to prefer larger and more formal alliances as opposed to the utter chaos of the South. There’s still war, and horrifically huge battles, but recent events like the Dubrillon Accords and the buffer zone between them and Hutt Space may be the first steps in rebuilding some kind of order.

The Hutts control the Galactic East, although control is a loose term. In their case, it means that they collect a portion of the proceeds of the commerce and can pay people to keep them in power, actual governance is left to individual gangs and pirate fleets who hold territory. Due to the Hutts negotiations during the war this region was spared from the worst of the fighting and as a result boasts some of the best remaining infrastructure and has become the hub of galactic trade. All of the boasting about Nar Shadaa’s skyline hasn’t washed away the questionable reputation of the region; a popular saying around Hutt Space is that nothing is illegal as long as you’re paying enough money to the right people. Beside them is the DMZ, a buffer zone built up to establish a definitive border with the north, and run by some of the most fearsome mercenaries in the galaxy. They lack numbers but the pay attracts the most experienced, it’s a badge of honor to serve with them. Whether this will be enough to prevent aggressive incursions from a larger force is yet to be seen.

The Galactic South had the richest trade routes in the outer rim before the war, perhaps that’s why it ended up seeing so much fighting and so many chose to flee to it. This is still the most chaotic region, alliances and territory shift on a daily basis as everyone with ambition tries to seize whatever space or riches they can. It’s hard to even get a sense of the whole region; whatever can’t be confirmed first hand is the domain of rumors and wild propaganda. The one thing it offers is hope to the daring, if someone dreams of commanding their own fleet or finally finding a safe haven forgotten by the rest of the galaxy, the south is the best place for them.

Rules

1. Be kind to everyone. If you have a dispute, work it out in a civil way.
2. Respect the bounds of the RP. Remember the general rules about not godmoding, controlling others characters, making characters that are overpowered/setting breaking, or contradicting what’s been established for RP. There’s plenty of room to work with others and incorporate ideas, just try to talk it through first.
3. Be part of a group. Try to work with people to make the RP happen, give people the opportunity to decide where the plot goes. Also, if you end up leaving the RP, it's all fine, just let us know if you can.

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Hey everybody, happy to have more. Working on the OOC now, and I don't want to set a hard deadline, but I expect to have it ready tomorrow or Saturday, so keep an eye out for that. Now, to answer some questions.

This looks very promising and a fresh take on Star Wars, are you still accepting applicants?

@High Moon

Yes, still accepting, I don't have a hard limit on group size in mind.

Are you utilizing Disney Canon exclusively?

@Starboard Watch

Not exclusively. The exact details are being worked out, but the general rule I'm going with is Legends is allowed if it doesn't have major contradictions with Disney canon. So, for example, most of the Legends stuff after the Battle of Endor is contradicted by the sequel trilogy, but something like KOTOR 2 should be fair game. If you have questions about specific elements, feel free to ask me directly.

So will we all be starting off on the same ship?

@Hyyde322

Ooh, I like the idea! Colour me interested. Are you thinking of splitting us off in groups or throwing us all together?

@Catharyn

Answering these together, I'm going to try and keep people together at the start at least. We may split up into groups later, if people want to and if it makes sense for the RP.

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I think there's enough interest for me to start working on an OOC. Hopefully I'll have something ready later this week.

So I was really curious how you did the gradient with the text, so I looked at the Raws and uh



What the Hell.

@Yam I Am

Yup, gradients are tricky, and I used this tool to make it happen: stuffbydavid.com/textcolorizer . Initially I wanted to do an even more complex gradient that would start from the center, to make it look even more like a lightsaber but I decided it wouldn't be worth the time it would take to code my own script to make that happen even assuming I wouldn't run into some issue involving text spacing.

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Thank you all for your interest so far! Glad to see this idea is getting some traction.

@Fiber What kind of characters are you hoping to have in this game?

@Rezin

I'm going to try and allow a broad variety of characters, especially creative concepts that might have a harder time fitting in another Star Wars RP. Characters with morality on both the dark and the light side are welcome, as are ones that don't fit the dichotomy. All that I really ask is the usual stuff about not making anything too overpowered or setting breaking, and that the character has room to grow as the RP goes on.

I kinda like the post apocalyptic feel.

I almost feel like making a Mandalorian scavenger for this one. <3 Hard maybe.

@AnnaBeth

That like a cool idea for a character.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

They say that when Alderaan died 200 years ago that was the first time anyone alive had felt such a great disturbance in the force; that even the wisest struggled to understand what had happened. That was when a planet dying meant something, the days where names like Skywalker and Palpatine belonged to living people, instead of sitting alongside figures like Revan and Exar Kun in the domain of ill-remembered stories and legends. Now the galaxy has seen the Great War, the first war fought where all sides had mass produced superweapons with firepower once reserved for the Death Star or Starkiller Base. The opening salvo killed more people than the Clone Wars, the Galactic Civil War and the First Order/Resistance Conflict combined. Anyone who could listen said that it sounded like the force itself was screaming as countless worlds died and over half the galactic population perished. The intense fires of conflict became smoldering embers once the stockpiles were exhausted and what remained of the governments and industries that had built the superweapons lay shattered into a thousand pieces. The core worlds are all but gone, the inner rim is just as devastated, and what passes for civilization is scattered among the outer reaches of the galaxy. Even landscapes as hostile as the deserts of Tatooine and the icy wastes of Hoth are sought after in this era; many of the most recent generations have no home world, living a nomadic existence amid a fleet of ships and never even breathing the air of a real atmosphere.

Now the galaxy is dotted with warlords and bandits, commanding whatever forces they have and trying to carve their own slice of territory. They give their forces grandiose titles, there is no shortage of new empires, republics, orders, federations, but whatever they call themselves or whatever great heritage or ideology they claim means little. In the same manner Jedi and Sith have become empty words, adopted by any thug or mystical charlatan with a lightsaber and some half remembered teachings; a thousand disparate traditions clinging to old ideals. Few have time to think beyond the hardships of everyday life. To the those that open their mind to the force and listen to it, they hear something new amongst the ruins, something that has replaced the terror from the height of the war. They feel it growing weaker, straining more and more, and calling to them only for it to fade each time; as though the force itself is dying, and no one knows why.

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Thank you for reading, this RP is an idea for a different take on a Star Wars RP, shaking up the setting quite a bit. Looking for a group of players who start out just trying to survive, stumble into an galaxy-spanning journey, and end up probing some of the most profound mysteries of the force.
More details of the lore will be fleshed out as we go on. Elements from both the Legends canon and the current canon will be allowed.

What to expect

☄️ A dark, post-apocalyptic feel brought to Star Wars
☄️ Epic adventures and action
☄️ A collaborative approach to world-building
☄️ More freedom from canon than typical of a star wars RP
☄️Interesting philosophical takes on the force

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_______________________________________________ Bradford | 170 | Vampire (Ventrue)

Information ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Paranoid old hand. He has the inflated ego typical of a Ventrue clan vampire but pairs it with introversion, which leads to him delegating nothing and spending enormous amounts of time inside his mansion, away from the rest. His public appearances are affairs that he does only when absolutely necessary. There he’s always got a field of suck-ups eager to curry favor with him. It’s also where he shows off his rare generous acts, where the public can see. Ruthless acts are the ones he keeps hidden. He’s gotten power over the years, never enough to rule the city like he would hope, but he is a patient man. His many cunning moves and maneuverings have left him with the biggest book of favors owed of any vampire in the city. Shame that none of that will make people actually like him. They say he amassed a fortune while he was still living by being the most ruthless of the mill owners from the heyday of Seattle’s timber industry, the history books talk about how he left his wife on her deathbed when he had a business deal to close, and that he set was responsible for a fire that killed a half dozen workers who threaten to go on strike. That is who he was, and while his focus has changed since becoming a vampire, his morals have not. He’s left a trail of bodies behind him, mostly a result of his curse that limits which blood can sustain him. Only blood from violent wounds will satiate him, and he has kept himself quite full off of the bodies of those he deems unimportant. All of this happens inside the basement of his Mercer Island mansion, hidden from the eyes of the mundane authorities.

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