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3 yrs ago
Undertow only makes me think of Tool. Good album though.
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3 yrs ago
Incest in 1x1 interest check. Opinion invalidated.
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3 yrs ago
Yeah don’t ever recall BLM charging the US Capitol building, scaling the walls, attacking Capitol police and breaking windows to enter.
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3 yrs ago
RIP America 1776 - 2021. We had a good run.
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3 yrs ago
If I am made mod I will do what everyone truly desires and delete the status bar.
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ABOUT ME:
  • Male.
  • Twenty six years old.
  • EST USA timezone.
  • Been RPing since 2011.
  • Mainly into sci-fi RPs.
  • GM'd and been a player in too many roleplays to list.


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Feel free to hit me up if you wanna RP with me or have a RP idea you think I might be into.

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@Saix yay, another twi’lek!
Greatest of thank yous to the people that have sent me candy canes! Y'all are too nice
This thread has more derailed posts than most ICs have responses.


Yeah if only people put this much effort and attention into actually RPing and making RPs.



I'm just being a jerk.



There's genuinely been some truly solid advice on here. One big thing I've noticed is to try get your RP friends to join your RPs. You can still accept randos of course but having a core, important group that you are friends with and frequently communicate with outside of the RP will go a looooooooooooooooooong way to keeping a RP alive and active. As well as drawing eyes to it. Its a lot easier to keep track of friends, there's less of a chance of them just dipping out, fucking you over, they're more willing to offer advice or ideas and less of a chance of drama too.

Of course if you don't have any friends this advice is kind of useless...


The rain came down in buckets down from the cloudy Corellian sky as the city bustled beneath its droplets. In the slums of the ancient Core World the newly proclaimed Emperor's broadcast fell on many unconcerned ears. The struggle to put food on the table and not become another corpse on the sidewalk took priority over a Sith lord's ascension to upmost power. As the undercover Jedi walked through the crowded streets of Coronet City he had no idea of the broadcast, or of his new status as a branded highly wanted criminal. This was until Siolo wandered into a densely crowded cantina, smoke wafting in the air from some lit cigarras smoked by relaxed patrons. As he walked towards the bar in the center of the room he waved away the foul smelling mist, his eyes picking up plenty of different species in the tavern. The densely populated metropolis was much like Coruscant in that regard, albeit far smaller in its scale as nothing could truly compare to Coruscant's planet wide city.

As the twi'lek reached the bar he noticed very few even acknowledging his presence, he was a nobody here which bode perfectly well for what he hoped. It took a few moments for him get the bartender's attention as the busy Duros was hard at work serving demanding customers. Siolo could tell many of them were dock and shipyard workers, paid middling wages which they'd blow here on alcohol. The incognito Force user leaned against the bar and ordered an Alderaan Twist, holding the liquor. As he sipped the beverage the twi'lek's in ear communicator buzzed which caused him to momentarily set down his drink and answered the call.

"Sio you need to turn on a television immediately. Something big is going down. The Jedi apparently tried to kill the Chancellor, he's all deformed and scarred." A familiar voice said into his ear through the communications device, seriousness evident in his voice. It was one of the Jedi's contacts on the world, an Iktotchi merchant by the name of Wolron Ta. Siolo had known the man for a few years and he'd be a valuable source of information for the Jedi.

"What? Thats impossible." He said shocked, having to pause for a moment before speaking in order to process the sheer madness of what he'd been told. Then his eyes narrowed on a monitor above the bar which had cut to a scene of Chancellor Palpatine speaking, clad in a crimson red robe with his face heavily disfigured. Then the Jedi posed a question to the barkeep, his pulse pounding in his chest. "Can you turn that up please?"

With an eyeroll the Duros did as he was asked and turned the volume on high. It was not enough to hear over the rocking noise of the patrons in the cantina but just enough so that Siolo could make out the words spoken. As he watched the Chancellor's expressions as he spoke a chill went down the Jedi's spine an his heart seemed to drop further and further with every single word that came from the man's mouth. The separatists had failed, beaten back by the Republic as Palpatine claimed a Jedi had been behind the movement, backed by the entirety of the Order. Dooku was no Jedi, he'd spurned the Order and fallen to the dark side as he happily slayed Jedi across the galaxy. Siolo felt a ping of anger pulsate through him, as his fist clenched until he forced himself to calm down.

"The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated!"

His emotions flipped to despair at this proclamation. His friends, brothers and sisters would be hunted down like vermin. As the Jedi stared into the screen he felt his communicator go off in his ear once more.

"They're laying waste to the Jedi Temple. Said clones descended on it and they heard the chaos for miles." His Iktotchi friend added, the tone in his voice evident that he did not know how to break such shattering news to the Jedi. Siolo had to suppress tears from streaming down his features as reality set in, hitting him nothing he'd felt before.

The destruction of the Temple would explain the sudden sensation he'd felt in the Force earlier, it nearly caused him to double over in shock. Even now the Force felt utterly chaotic, it was near impossible for the Jedi to even feel it. Before the newly proclaimed Emperor could finish his speech Siolo practically chugged down his drink, almost slammed down the glass and paid before he headed out the same way he'd entered. The Duros behind the bar simply shook his head and went back to his work as Emperor Palpatine's words fell on unconcerned ears throughout the cantina. Paranoia raced through Siolo's mind as he marched back outside, fear of his own discovery as well as the safety of his friends within the Order. His next concern went to his former Master Sinube, the old Jedi was wise beyond even his own years but such a twisted action by the Emperor would be certainly be the death of thousands of Jedi.

As he emerged into the outside the rain pounded the city, slamming onto Siolo's body as he walked lost in a whirlpool of sudden onset negativity. His hazel shaded eyes cast upwards to the clouded sky, the tears having broken through and streamed down his complexion. Masked only by the torrential downpour of the Correllian storm. Around him the crowds continued in masse, ignorant and uncaring of the undercover Jedi's pain.


@Heat The physical description of a 'few centimetres below six feet' annoys me. You can't mix measurement systems like that! Who do you think you are? Other than that




I’ll adjust it and move it to the characters tab.
@The Wyrm About what the Inquisitors?


Citizens wouldn't know about Inquisitors, especially since this is right when Order 66 went down. They wouldn't even be a thing yet.
@The Wyrm I had no idea you were doing an Investigator too.
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