AngelNoire said
Changed.
Accepted!
Gonna edit the OP then go to bed
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AngelNoire said
Okay look. I'm starting to feel like I'm getting picked on for arguing a point to keep a weapon that has been very iconic to my star wars roleplays with this character. I've already agreed to change it. I don't need to keep getting bashed for it. Beyond the point that someone could say the same for any custom item in the star wars universe. I obviously am not too concerned about getting pursued. I have worked very hard on adapting this character to be in this roleplay, and just because I'm not picking apart every detail of all of your characters doesnt mean i should be made a target of. I'm an open person, as I have shown repeatedly. So please. I need to just be cut a little slack.
Yeah, but they just want the best for the roleplay. Just make that weapon change and you're golden with your character.
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I'm not that big on the darksabers/lightsabers. We're still at the point where Jedi are still being hunted down as supposed traitors. The only ones who would have lightsabers (and actually knew how to use them in battle without chopping their hands off), would be Jedi in hiding. The Empire, once they noticed the darksabers/lightsabers would assume Jedi and attack or arrest.
My suggestion for replacement weapons would be something such as vibroswords.
While I'm not a huge fan of Tarkin getting involved, I can let it slide, partly as he won't actually be making an appearance in this. So just swap out the dark/lightsabers for something else and it'll be good.
The only issue I have is that the droid would be a literal relic, it'd be thousands of years old. It'd be a surprise to actually find one, especially in decent enough condition to actually get it working, then modify it.
Also, a notice to everyone: Expect the IC at the earliest to be up tommorow, I will not close accepting characters unless we hit the magic number by then (8), but we are already well enough off that we can get it going.
Chev said
Name: 7D-6R
Accepted.
AngelNoire said
Updated CS for convenience.Name: Null
I'm not that big on the darksabers/lightsabers. We're still at the point where Jedi are still being hunted down as supposed traitors. The only ones who would have lightsabers (and actually knew how to use them in battle without chopping their hands off), would be Jedi in hiding. The Empire, once they noticed the darksabers/lightsabers would assume Jedi and attack or arrest.
My suggestion for replacement weapons would be something such as vibroswords.
While I'm not a huge fan of Tarkin getting involved, I can let it slide, partly as he won't actually be making an appearance in this. So just swap out the dark/lightsabers for something else and it'll be good.
Cale Tucker said
Sep, Heat, I would like to create a character, however there would need to be three things required before I create a Character Sheet. While minor, they are serious.1. Approval to be a 2. To be upgraded and modified with the additional intelligence of a Protocol Droid and it's own personality complex3. Built and owned by someoneMostly in standby would be expected if so, and not 100% complete, efficient, or effective at this time. Still needs a part or two, tweaks, fixed joints, but all in all can do basic things. And is almost as fast as a B1 battle droid.
The only issue I have is that the droid would be a literal relic, it'd be thousands of years old. It'd be a surprise to actually find one, especially in decent enough condition to actually get it working, then modify it.
Also, a notice to everyone: Expect the IC at the earliest to be up tommorow, I will not close accepting characters unless we hit the magic number by then (8), but we are already well enough off that we can get it going.
I'll let Sep have the reins today since I'll be busy all day. He can accept as he wants.
Three spots to get characters in on the OOC up for grabs!
So I'm gonna open up three spots that anyone can fill.
The other two reserved spots are for dreamshell and Chev. Once we get everyone in, then we'll be at 8 and I'll get an IC up.
The other two reserved spots are for dreamshell and Chev. Once we get everyone in, then we'll be at 8 and I'll get an IC up.
Collab: Heat & Renny
“Lightsaber, a sword is what a civilian would call it, when it is so much more than that.” Kadan replied, his expression unchanging from one of slight annoyance at having to aid in training the boy, but it at least gave him something to do instead of sitting around, and he could actually see if the young one had any potential which Kadan could possibly use in the future.
“Follow me, we must go somewhere to properly train.” He said, coming out of his seat, and heading out of the ship’s cockpit, nodding at Crusade as they crossed paths, Vera right near the Sith lord. Kadan and Naraal found an empty room, but a large one, a crate sat by the side, apparently locked.
“Tell me, Naraal, how much do you truly know of the Force? Of the Sith, and the Jedi? Of lightsabers?” Kadan asked curiously, his eyes focused on the boy as he removed his robe, leaving him in his combat attire, his lightsaber drifting off his belt a moment later, the Sith snatching the curved hilt in his right hand, but not yet igniting the blade.
Following the man was almost natural. Naraal had done it so much since meeting this coalition of Sith, that it was becoming more and more routine. Passing by the Source and Vera, he took the small moment to bow towards his new master before walking on.
The question the man asked left him in a pause. He could had answered right away, with words that would show his ignorance, as many of the others had mentioned it to be, but he didn't necessarily want to be viewed that way forever. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he wanted to show improvement. To show progress.
As he dropped his cloak on the floor; he spoke. “I know enough, I think. The Sith and Jedi are opposing forces, they are our enemies. The force is everywhere and inside everything,” He mention knowingly, his hand rubbing the back of his pale neck. “And well... I know very little about lightsabers. But this is why I have you right?”
“That is a very basic view, but not wrong. It’s not my responsibility to teach you that though, that is for your master. I just had to satisfy my curiosity,” Kadan replied, a grin flashing across his face as he moved towards the crate, popping it open and pulling out what appeared to be a lightsaber hilt. “You are quite lucky to have me, if I do say so myself. If there’s one area I truly excel, it is with a lightsaber.” He then tossed the object he removed from the crate towards Naraal.
“That is a training saber, if it strikes part of your or I’s body, then it will not inflict any damage beyond a burn or scratch. But, the first rule of lightsaber combat is to not get hit.” He paused, igniting his weapon, the red blade flashing out. Then spoke once more. “Try to take me down, I will not strike back, just parry your blows. I’ll start you off easy, and not even use one of my hands.” Kadan stated as he tucked his free hand behind his back, then got into a defensive stance, awaiting Naraal’s first move with the training saber, a slight grin appearing on his face.
“Try fighting the way it seems natural to you.” He added.
His hand stretched out awkwardly to catch the hilt, its cold form fumbling in his grasp as he weighed it. It was weird, strange even to look at a bladeless weapon. He played with the notches before accidentally igniting the practice saber. Surprise struck at the weightlessness. “How do you even swing this around? its… basically spaceless, one could cut their arm off.”
His thoughts, spoken aloud, was halted when he looked up to see Kadan in a formal stance. It was the picture of experience, the form of a master. His eyes tremored at the pious Sith, with all his fearful imagery, he was still divine in this particular form. Even so, he would not back down. If fighting this man meant evolving, becoming something more than a generic Sith, then he would.
Taking the man’s final words into consideration, he slowly let his body move. One his legs braced itself, while the arm holding the blade stretched out to his side, both tense and shaky. He didn’t want to show embarrass himself but how else was one to become better. A grunt left him as he dashed forwards, his blade swinging from his left arm to strike at the man’s wrist.
Disarmament, the quickest way to end a opponent, He thought to himself.
Kadan watched the boy carefully, taking into account what he guessed were going through the young one’s head, similar thoughts that Kadan himself had when he was even younger than the boy, back when he was with the Jedi. As Naraal charged forward, the Sith adjusted just enough to counter the strike, smacking his lightsaber against his opponent’s, the force of the movement causing them to move away from each other.
“Not bad, but not near where you will want to be. A lightsaber is unlike anything else in the galaxy, weightless in the most graceful sense. Only those attuned with the Force are able to use one, a normal being would end up gutting themselves if they even tried to swing it. It would feel unnatural to them in every sense,” Kadan stated, once again readying himself for another strike from Naraal. “But it does not feel like that to I, or Crusade, or anyone with an understanding of the Force. You will get there too, with the proper training.” He said, then with a few open fingers motioned for the boy to attack him.
“Training? the Force?… it all seems like a system. If that’s true then how do you unlock it all?” The question was less than that, more of an inner monologue. Confusing even himself by the questions lurking beneath the surface.
Tightening his grip on hilt, he pulled it back and struck out towards the man’s crimson blade. It was idiotic. The man was obviously his better in strength, form, and speed. A direct clash was out of the question. He probably would had known better if the Source hadn’t blocked the Dark Side within him.
Now though, he was running on emotion. The exact thing that the Source, Suade, and indirectly, Vera had rebuked. Why was this? why was emotions running through his veins undeterred, like lava. It bubbled up all the time.
“By learning, watching, not just from your master, but others, sometimes even the enemy. No one man became a Master or Sith lord in a day.” Kadan replied, parrying the straight forward strike perfectly, then the Sith took a step backwards, creating space.
“Combat is the most primal feeling in the galaxy. You must use your emotional core to your strength. Draw power from your past experiences, your pain, sadness, grief. Find the perfect point where you can overwhelm an opponent.” Kadan said, his eyes lighting up with the passion of what he was speaking.
“Tell me, young one, how would you strike down a lightsaber weilding opponent? With well placed strikes and parries? Overwhelming fury? A beautiful combination of it all where the Force guides you?” Kadan inquired, once again readying himself for Naraal.
“Do not stop after the first swing this time. Keep at it, try to defeat me.” He said, adding emphasis on Naraal to use his full strength at the Sith.
Shoulder raising and chest heaving, all he had was his inner anger. The Dark Side was out of his grasp, far reach. What powers could he possibly draw from. The fact that he was not burning his skin left and right was a miracle in itself. He gathered the sadness, anger, and umbrage of betrayal into the muscles lining his arms.
This emotions that fueled him would had been put to better use if he had Force, but he didn’t. So it would be the most primal and animistic display he could conjur. Furrowing his brows, the youth’s hand tightened around his hilt until his knuckles were white. “If I had to choose, I would choose a overwhelming combination of furious strikes and parries guided by the Dark Side itself!”
He sprinted back at him again, the lightsaber blade held out to his side to keep from burning himself again. As he drew closer, he found the blade slamming down against the man with the might in his arm. His silver eyes dancing around the man’s form for hints of attack. A flurry of swings that partly sizzled his robes and partly swung at Kadan’s own body.
He motioned sidesteps around the man to spot some unguarded area, the whole while attempting to find a weak spot with quick strikes. I want to win! I want to become something more!
A smile appeared on Kadan’s face as he watched Naraal move, actually trying to beat the Sith down, even going for any weak spots. The boy was still weak, so Kadan was able to repel the strikes, but this time he actually needed to put some effort into the parries.
“Much better, young one. Your swings are brutal and driven, and your mind is conjuring ways to locate weak points. With the proper form teachings you could already be somebody to be reckoned with, attuning you with the Force could only make you even more deadlier.”
“Soon you will need to construct your own weapon, then it is up for your new master to train you in ways behind lightsaber combat.” Kadan stated, pushing the boy back with a motion of his free hand which was tucked behind his back, creating a large gap between them.
“Vera should be most impressed. Now put the training saber back and we shall end your training with me for the moment. Do not want to expend too much energy as we do have a mission we’re on the way to.” Kadan added, turning off his lightsaber and reclipping it to his belt.
His frustration had grown to the point that the push had almost not been enough. Naraal tensed his jaw in his attempt to calm himself. It seemed more than anything else, that control over one’s emotions were the key. The way Kadan spoke felt familiar. Something totally different from both of his Sith mentors. When he really thought about it, he reminded him of his father. The Jedi.
Weird, I actually felt something other than shame fighting with him, He murmured, walking over to place the hilt back away. I hate this feeling too. I guess don’t know what to feel anymore.
Turning around, he bowed slightly in respect. “Thank you for the lesson. It was… fun,” he admitted, finally finding an outlet and probably a container for his anger. The Dark Side was a temporary vessel, he realized; now he could probably do so much more than just use it to numb his pain. Now he could cultivate it in different ways.
“You said I could make my own one day? when do you think that’ll happen?”
“That is up for Vera to decide, but it will happen, soon I might suspect.” Kadan replied, crossing his arms as he thought. “But it is a natural step in an apprentice’s life.” He stated
Naraal nodded in acceptance. When he thought about it, all the major siths had those lightsabers. It was a symbol, it had to be. He wanted one himself. “How did you make yours? did it take a long time? its looks like it wouldnt but everything about being a Sith is complicated.”
“It varies by the person. One must use the Force to create the lightsaber itself. This one did not take me that long to create itself as it is my second one. You will have a different time with yours, when your master deems you ready to build it.” Kadan said, moving to pick up his robes and place them back on over his battle attire.
“Some master,” he said. “She doesn’t seem to be that strong. I’m not for sure but… its just a feeling.” he responded while picking up his cloak from the off the ground. Things may had been blocked by the Source’s power but he was still good at feeling out a person’s strength.
“I shouldn’t speak ill of her teachings. You have barely begun with her, I’m sure she has much planned for you.” Kadan replied, then started towards the door to head back to the rest of the ship.
Naraal didn’t respond. Kadan was right, he was sure of that but still, it just felt out of the ordinary. Following behind the man; he rubbed the nape of his neck, as he always did when he was uncomfortable. The training lightsaber was put back in its crate which was once again closed as both of them left the room.
"I taught the young one some things about how to fight like a Sith," Kadan said as he entered the bridge, finding Crusade and Vera. His voice calm and lacking of any emotions. "There may be some potential in him after all." The Sith added as he took a seat in the behind the others, waiting for them to fully depart and begin the mission.
“Lightsaber, a sword is what a civilian would call it, when it is so much more than that.” Kadan replied, his expression unchanging from one of slight annoyance at having to aid in training the boy, but it at least gave him something to do instead of sitting around, and he could actually see if the young one had any potential which Kadan could possibly use in the future.
“Follow me, we must go somewhere to properly train.” He said, coming out of his seat, and heading out of the ship’s cockpit, nodding at Crusade as they crossed paths, Vera right near the Sith lord. Kadan and Naraal found an empty room, but a large one, a crate sat by the side, apparently locked.
“Tell me, Naraal, how much do you truly know of the Force? Of the Sith, and the Jedi? Of lightsabers?” Kadan asked curiously, his eyes focused on the boy as he removed his robe, leaving him in his combat attire, his lightsaber drifting off his belt a moment later, the Sith snatching the curved hilt in his right hand, but not yet igniting the blade.
Following the man was almost natural. Naraal had done it so much since meeting this coalition of Sith, that it was becoming more and more routine. Passing by the Source and Vera, he took the small moment to bow towards his new master before walking on.
The question the man asked left him in a pause. He could had answered right away, with words that would show his ignorance, as many of the others had mentioned it to be, but he didn't necessarily want to be viewed that way forever. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he wanted to show improvement. To show progress.
As he dropped his cloak on the floor; he spoke. “I know enough, I think. The Sith and Jedi are opposing forces, they are our enemies. The force is everywhere and inside everything,” He mention knowingly, his hand rubbing the back of his pale neck. “And well... I know very little about lightsabers. But this is why I have you right?”
“That is a very basic view, but not wrong. It’s not my responsibility to teach you that though, that is for your master. I just had to satisfy my curiosity,” Kadan replied, a grin flashing across his face as he moved towards the crate, popping it open and pulling out what appeared to be a lightsaber hilt. “You are quite lucky to have me, if I do say so myself. If there’s one area I truly excel, it is with a lightsaber.” He then tossed the object he removed from the crate towards Naraal.
“That is a training saber, if it strikes part of your or I’s body, then it will not inflict any damage beyond a burn or scratch. But, the first rule of lightsaber combat is to not get hit.” He paused, igniting his weapon, the red blade flashing out. Then spoke once more. “Try to take me down, I will not strike back, just parry your blows. I’ll start you off easy, and not even use one of my hands.” Kadan stated as he tucked his free hand behind his back, then got into a defensive stance, awaiting Naraal’s first move with the training saber, a slight grin appearing on his face.
“Try fighting the way it seems natural to you.” He added.
His hand stretched out awkwardly to catch the hilt, its cold form fumbling in his grasp as he weighed it. It was weird, strange even to look at a bladeless weapon. He played with the notches before accidentally igniting the practice saber. Surprise struck at the weightlessness. “How do you even swing this around? its… basically spaceless, one could cut their arm off.”
His thoughts, spoken aloud, was halted when he looked up to see Kadan in a formal stance. It was the picture of experience, the form of a master. His eyes tremored at the pious Sith, with all his fearful imagery, he was still divine in this particular form. Even so, he would not back down. If fighting this man meant evolving, becoming something more than a generic Sith, then he would.
Taking the man’s final words into consideration, he slowly let his body move. One his legs braced itself, while the arm holding the blade stretched out to his side, both tense and shaky. He didn’t want to show embarrass himself but how else was one to become better. A grunt left him as he dashed forwards, his blade swinging from his left arm to strike at the man’s wrist.
Disarmament, the quickest way to end a opponent, He thought to himself.
Kadan watched the boy carefully, taking into account what he guessed were going through the young one’s head, similar thoughts that Kadan himself had when he was even younger than the boy, back when he was with the Jedi. As Naraal charged forward, the Sith adjusted just enough to counter the strike, smacking his lightsaber against his opponent’s, the force of the movement causing them to move away from each other.
“Not bad, but not near where you will want to be. A lightsaber is unlike anything else in the galaxy, weightless in the most graceful sense. Only those attuned with the Force are able to use one, a normal being would end up gutting themselves if they even tried to swing it. It would feel unnatural to them in every sense,” Kadan stated, once again readying himself for another strike from Naraal. “But it does not feel like that to I, or Crusade, or anyone with an understanding of the Force. You will get there too, with the proper training.” He said, then with a few open fingers motioned for the boy to attack him.
“Training? the Force?… it all seems like a system. If that’s true then how do you unlock it all?” The question was less than that, more of an inner monologue. Confusing even himself by the questions lurking beneath the surface.
Tightening his grip on hilt, he pulled it back and struck out towards the man’s crimson blade. It was idiotic. The man was obviously his better in strength, form, and speed. A direct clash was out of the question. He probably would had known better if the Source hadn’t blocked the Dark Side within him.
Now though, he was running on emotion. The exact thing that the Source, Suade, and indirectly, Vera had rebuked. Why was this? why was emotions running through his veins undeterred, like lava. It bubbled up all the time.
“By learning, watching, not just from your master, but others, sometimes even the enemy. No one man became a Master or Sith lord in a day.” Kadan replied, parrying the straight forward strike perfectly, then the Sith took a step backwards, creating space.
“Combat is the most primal feeling in the galaxy. You must use your emotional core to your strength. Draw power from your past experiences, your pain, sadness, grief. Find the perfect point where you can overwhelm an opponent.” Kadan said, his eyes lighting up with the passion of what he was speaking.
“Tell me, young one, how would you strike down a lightsaber weilding opponent? With well placed strikes and parries? Overwhelming fury? A beautiful combination of it all where the Force guides you?” Kadan inquired, once again readying himself for Naraal.
“Do not stop after the first swing this time. Keep at it, try to defeat me.” He said, adding emphasis on Naraal to use his full strength at the Sith.
Shoulder raising and chest heaving, all he had was his inner anger. The Dark Side was out of his grasp, far reach. What powers could he possibly draw from. The fact that he was not burning his skin left and right was a miracle in itself. He gathered the sadness, anger, and umbrage of betrayal into the muscles lining his arms.
This emotions that fueled him would had been put to better use if he had Force, but he didn’t. So it would be the most primal and animistic display he could conjur. Furrowing his brows, the youth’s hand tightened around his hilt until his knuckles were white. “If I had to choose, I would choose a overwhelming combination of furious strikes and parries guided by the Dark Side itself!”
He sprinted back at him again, the lightsaber blade held out to his side to keep from burning himself again. As he drew closer, he found the blade slamming down against the man with the might in his arm. His silver eyes dancing around the man’s form for hints of attack. A flurry of swings that partly sizzled his robes and partly swung at Kadan’s own body.
He motioned sidesteps around the man to spot some unguarded area, the whole while attempting to find a weak spot with quick strikes. I want to win! I want to become something more!
A smile appeared on Kadan’s face as he watched Naraal move, actually trying to beat the Sith down, even going for any weak spots. The boy was still weak, so Kadan was able to repel the strikes, but this time he actually needed to put some effort into the parries.
“Much better, young one. Your swings are brutal and driven, and your mind is conjuring ways to locate weak points. With the proper form teachings you could already be somebody to be reckoned with, attuning you with the Force could only make you even more deadlier.”
“Soon you will need to construct your own weapon, then it is up for your new master to train you in ways behind lightsaber combat.” Kadan stated, pushing the boy back with a motion of his free hand which was tucked behind his back, creating a large gap between them.
“Vera should be most impressed. Now put the training saber back and we shall end your training with me for the moment. Do not want to expend too much energy as we do have a mission we’re on the way to.” Kadan added, turning off his lightsaber and reclipping it to his belt.
His frustration had grown to the point that the push had almost not been enough. Naraal tensed his jaw in his attempt to calm himself. It seemed more than anything else, that control over one’s emotions were the key. The way Kadan spoke felt familiar. Something totally different from both of his Sith mentors. When he really thought about it, he reminded him of his father. The Jedi.
Weird, I actually felt something other than shame fighting with him, He murmured, walking over to place the hilt back away. I hate this feeling too. I guess don’t know what to feel anymore.
Turning around, he bowed slightly in respect. “Thank you for the lesson. It was… fun,” he admitted, finally finding an outlet and probably a container for his anger. The Dark Side was a temporary vessel, he realized; now he could probably do so much more than just use it to numb his pain. Now he could cultivate it in different ways.
“You said I could make my own one day? when do you think that’ll happen?”
“That is up for Vera to decide, but it will happen, soon I might suspect.” Kadan replied, crossing his arms as he thought. “But it is a natural step in an apprentice’s life.” He stated
Naraal nodded in acceptance. When he thought about it, all the major siths had those lightsabers. It was a symbol, it had to be. He wanted one himself. “How did you make yours? did it take a long time? its looks like it wouldnt but everything about being a Sith is complicated.”
“It varies by the person. One must use the Force to create the lightsaber itself. This one did not take me that long to create itself as it is my second one. You will have a different time with yours, when your master deems you ready to build it.” Kadan said, moving to pick up his robes and place them back on over his battle attire.
“Some master,” he said. “She doesn’t seem to be that strong. I’m not for sure but… its just a feeling.” he responded while picking up his cloak from the off the ground. Things may had been blocked by the Source’s power but he was still good at feeling out a person’s strength.
“I shouldn’t speak ill of her teachings. You have barely begun with her, I’m sure she has much planned for you.” Kadan replied, then started towards the door to head back to the rest of the ship.
Naraal didn’t respond. Kadan was right, he was sure of that but still, it just felt out of the ordinary. Following behind the man; he rubbed the nape of his neck, as he always did when he was uncomfortable. The training lightsaber was put back in its crate which was once again closed as both of them left the room.
"I taught the young one some things about how to fight like a Sith," Kadan said as he entered the bridge, finding Crusade and Vera. His voice calm and lacking of any emotions. "There may be some potential in him after all." The Sith added as he took a seat in the behind the others, waiting for them to fully depart and begin the mission.
Enalais said
Name: Therra Garren Species: Human (Mandalorian)Age: 25Gender: FemaleAppearance: Height: 5'5Weight: 105 Lbs out of armorApparel: Mandalorian armor, underneath a drab brown colored tunic and pants Weaponry: Modified DC-15 that can act as a carbine or sniper rifle, a blaster pistol, a hold out blaster pistol in her boot, and a vibroknifeEquipment: Grappling hook in her left gauntlet.Personality: Despite being a Mandalorian, Theera has a warm personality and is friendly to everyone she meets often greeting everyone with a smile, Therra is devoted to her work and her rifle calling it her "Husband" she will do anything to ensure the job get's done and during her job is the only time she shows no emotion and no mercy, deep down inside she's been hurt by past events and that friendly demeanor is her way of shielding herself from peoples probing. Skills: Her chief skill is long distance combat she will sometimes stay in the same spot for days or weeks setting up the perfect shot, expert with pistols, close combat expert, medical expert.Flaws: Her knowledge of technology is "If you hit it hard enough it will work.", she is no linguist knowing only mandalorian and common, and her knowledge of first aid doesn't extend beyond bandaging Bio: Born the youngest of three on Mandalore, Theera was always the tom boy, and always eager to please. Her father taught her everything a young mandalorian would need to learn how to take a hit, and to learn how to fight. She was trained from the age of six until she was fifteen, it was then that a rival clan decided to attack the Garren clanstead. They shot her father and her two brothers dead, they trapped her and her mother inside their homestead and torched it. If it wasn't for the quick thinking of her mother getting her outside and sacrificing herself to save Therra, then she wouldn't be here.Therra swore revenge, donning her armor and taking up her fathers rifle she went on the hunt. She found the rival clan and waited weeks, watching them and stalking them. Then the perfect chance came and she took it. She killed every single member of the rival clan before they could even pin down her location. Her revenge sated she found herself hollow and alone with nowhere to go. She became clanless and she wandered Mandalore. It was during this wandering phase where she met a team of bounty hunters who wished came to the planet to collect a bounty, she asked if she could help and they took her along with them.On this merry crew she became their marksmen always backing them up even in the worse of situations, along with backing them up she got to know the crew and fell in love with the captain and team leader. Who sure enough returned her love, often times both of them would speak of when they made that big bounty they'd settle down and build a life for themselves. That big bounty came in the form of a empire sanctioned bounty on a criminal who ran his gang much like a corporation on Corellia.The mission on Corellia, didn't go as planned. They botched the arrest and ended up pinned down by this mans associates. They gunned down the team, Therra only got away due to the captain telling her to play dead and she did. Luckily they didn't remove her helmet to check if she was dead they just assumed and left her alone. Finding the captain and the love of her life wounded he left her with the parting advice of "Smile more, looks fitting on you." Before succumbing to his wounds and once again Therra was alone in the universe. For awhile she became depressed, and probably drank at every bar in all of the core worlds. But she also did her job but now as a solitary hunter. Eventually she sobered up and put on the fake smile facade. So the few times she was paired up with other hunters she didn't smell like a brewery, eventually the imperials approached her about joining up with a crew. In need for the credits she agreed and they put her on a ship to some star destroyer.
Oh, a Mandolorian, accepted!
Enalais said
I'm here to stay CS coming shortly.
That's great to hear!
sweetnasty said
Thanner Antares Human 22 Male 6’2 230 ibs.- Your typical scoundrel’s jacket- Pants that are far too tight- His trusted blaster pistols- Thermal detonators- Rugged charm and charisma- Fusion cutter- Computer spikes- A remote droid named A dashing rogue in every sense of the term. Having come from nothing, he enjoys stealing from those who are rich, powerful and influential. Arrogant, egotistical, headstrong and pig-headed, a tendency to overestimate his own abilities. Will attempt to talk his way out of any situation. A highly addictive personality, hooked on spice and gambling. - Persuasion and manipulation- Slicing into computer terminals and security panels- Decent enough shot with a blaster- The aforementioned spice and gambling addictions- Women. Specifically those of the physically attractive variety.- Can be quite overambitious, biting off more than he can chew.
Accepted!
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