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[Abandoned] Raphelia Orlan, Smuggler

@Almalthia

Okay so i edited it a little so now i think I fixed most of the problems with the sheet!

[Abandoned] Raphelia Orlan, Smuggler

Personal Info

_OoC

How long do you usually write?
One paragraph or less

Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
Yes, I do!

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Yes, it is!

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
I really like writing creepy or unsettling characters, or characters who generally have bad morals in general.

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
I don't like writing anything sexual with other people, especially if it's something terrible like rape.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
I would not want my character to experience any kind of sexual violence. Maybe some harassment like catcalling would be fine, but if it went any further than that, I would feel very uncomfortable with that.

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
I don't know if I have any long term plans with this character in particular because this is the first time I've ever done a roleplay like this. I hope that maybe I will find something long term for this character.

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Name: Raphelia Orlan
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Specialisation: Smuggler
Current area of operation: Nar Shaddaa

Couriers Holonet Metadata Summary

_{Short description of looks & style.}

Description: A young woman whose considerably short (5"0) with dark brown skin, and amber eyes. She wears heavy makeup to please herself, and has dyed her hair a bright green color with blue colored tips; her hair is tied up in intricate buns that sit on the back of head with neat bangs that lay on her forehead. Her clothes are very plain, and not at all incredibly eye catching. She wears plain civilian clothing that don't stand out very much. They're dark and beige in color, and very boring in design. She wears a standard Blaster pistol on her hip and carries two small daggers in her boots.

_{Simplified report on known skills and estimated levels.}

Skills:

Basic Training
-Blasters: Raphelia can use a blaster fairly easily.
-Daggers/Knives: Raphelia knows how to use Daggers to defend herself.

Intermediate Training
-Piloting: Raphelia is a very decent pilot who knows how to fly large cargo ships.
-Starship Repair: Raphelia is very good at repairing certain parts of ships.
-Droid Repair: Raphelia is good at repairing droids.

_{Quick report on favored employers, associates, contacts and rivals.}

Employers:

-Donya Hollister: A vile human woman whose considerably wealthy, and who is known to dabble here and there in the black market. Donya was Raphelia's first employer, and the one who made her get good at pickpocketing people. Donya Hollister didn't exactly treat Raphelia like a person, more like a servant that could get her things. Donya has a particular obsession with small, exotic jewelry often found on the arms of her rich acquaintances. She had a nice racket going on with Raphelia, where she would throw lavish parties and invite her neighbors and friends, while Raphelia walked around the party goers as a servant, taking any kind of loose or lost trinkets.

-Ermine Mink: An old Duros man who, though kind towards other people, was never nice to Raphelia even once. Ermine hired her to steal cargo off of ships, and once he found out that she couldn't exactly fly anything, taught her how the ropes of flying. Ermine was very mean to her, but he still paid her the money he promised her all the same for her services. Raphelia even stole a ship by herself, and gave it to Ermine, an accomplishment she feels very proud of to this day.

Associates:

-Hellis Sols: A very kind hearted human boy who Raphelia doesn't like at all. Hellis is one of the few people who is actually nice to her,but his kindness annoys rather than pleases her. Hellis lives alone on Corellia in a tiny apartment by himself. He had parents, but has since moved out and away from them. Hellis used to be "friends" with Raphelia when they were children, and would often try and play with her, but she was always busy working for her parents. The two of them still talk, though their conversations are very one sided. Raphelia will occasionally tell him what it is that she's been up to, and Hellis will gush on about his entire life up until the last moment they saw each other. Though he knows Raphelia has a dislike towards him because of his unusual kindness, he still tries to be her friend, because he thinks she will be far too lonely without someone to talk to.

-T7-36: A very gloomy Astromech droid that Raphelia found stashed away in the holding part of the Quartermaster. T7 has an unfortunate history of being used and tossed away, and seeing as he was at the back of the starship with the rest of the empty holding crates shows that the family of merchants who used to own the ship didn't really care for him all that much. Raphelia has given T7 duties on the ship seeing as she can't find a way to get rid of him. The droid has become strangely attached to the ship that she found him in, so he has taken him in as a navigator to help her around the galaxy. T7 never leaves the ship, so Raphelia has to bring things in order to repair him to him.T7 is the only semblance of a crew that Raphelia has aboard the Quartermaster, all other duties are taken care of by other people who she trusts well enough to not turn her in for a simple bounty.

Contacts:

Marister Jayd- A very lanky, human man who owes Raphelia credits. When Raphelia first met him, she thought he was somewhat dependable, but it turns out he is nothing but a compulsive gambler and liar. Marister came to her asking for a few hundred credits, a very small sum of money, to spend on something he said was "Very important". It's been months now, and his debt has shot up to the near thousands with interest. Raphelia hates him, but she doesn't exactly want to kill him yet either. Marister has begged her to forgive his debts in some other way that doesn't involve money, so Raphelia has made him her personal errand boy.

Thalen Sage- A no nonsense human ship mechanic that Raphelia trusts with her ships maintenance, and who lives on the very busy planet of Brentaal as opposed to Corellia. Thalen spends most of his time in his small shop, hidden away in a big city, and largely unpopular in many repairmen circles. A lot of people, fellow mechanics included, don't actually like Thalen and that's fine by him. Raphelia is one of his only customers, and she pays him enough to keep a float. They have an arrangement together, she'll pay him large amounts to keep her ship up to standard, and he doesn't rat her out for a bounty.

_{How freely can the courier move in the galaxy? Are there or have there been any outstanding bounties?}

-Raphelia owns an old Quartermaster starship that Ermine was (somehow) begrudgingly nice enough for her to have. She stole this old ship for him to use, but he found that it was far too old for his tastes. And because of its age, he decided she could keep it for herself since he had no use for it. The ship wasn't stolen from anyone remarkable or important, it used to belong to a family of merchants who was just unfortunate enough to leave their garage unlocked oe night.

Raphelia moves around a lot in this old ship of hers, and because of its age it requires some maintenance every once in a while. She often finds herself having to save money in order to pay for parts so that she can make sure it keeps working. Raphelia has only a droid and an old mechanic to help her with the ships upkeep. T7 helps her navigate to places she hasn't otherwise been to, and Thalen Sage fixes her ship up for enough money to keep him quiet and keep his shop open.

Raphelia has a bounty on her head for 1000 credits when she was seen stealing something for Ermine. By this point, however, she had long since gotten the Quartermaster unbeknownst to authorities and had escaped them, hiding from anyone who seemed to interested in the bounty on her head. The bounty, thoough quite small in comparison to other Smugglers', is still a nuisance. And so, Raphelia moves around very quickly, never stopping for more than a few weeks in one place at a time, and cleverly disguising herself on planets with loads of security. She only ever stays in one place long enough to get a job done and move on.

_{Psychological evaluation of Courier.}

Raphelia is very egotistical and thinks highly of herself. She's always striving to be the best smuggler or thief around. She looks down on other people who she believes to be lower than her, and she will kiss up to anyone she thinks can get her to high places. She can be a pretty unpleasant person to be around if you don't have money to give her. She is quick to anger, and never forgives anyone. If she feels you owe her something, she will make you give it back to her in anyway she can think of, even if that includes taking your life.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

Raphelia wants to be known, but no one ever has anything positive to say about her. While her work is reputable, her attitude isn't, and many of her old employers were hesitant in hiring her on at first. She is very quick to look down on people she doesn't like or believes are lower than her.

_{Major achievements and failures on record.}

-Once stole a very expensive ship, she was pretty proud of that.

-Expertly escaping capture from Republic soldiers one time.

-Once stole a very expensive necklace from a wealthy Corellian woman, completely without her knowledge and sold it for a lot of money.

-She lost a very expensive ruby necklace, and when she tried to retrieve it from where it had been lost, she ran into a few soldiers who recognized her face. She lost both the necklace and a crate that held a prized Vase in it.

-She once crashed the Quartermaster into a cliff hastily trying to escape from a Bounty Hunter, and got lost, losing a client in the process because she was late.

-Rescued T7 from a thief after someone had broken into her ship and tried to use the poor droid as a bargaining chip for her Bounty.

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the subject for future record. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

Raphelia Orlan was born on Corellia to two parents who were, while very well off, didn't seem to care or even like her. Her parents treated her as a servant, and ordered her to do things for them like cleaning their house or cooking for them. She had only one person then who sort of considered a friend and that was Hellis Sols. She and Hellis played sometimes when they were children, however that stopped because Raphelia was always working for her parents. When she got older, she was finally able to escape them by running away from her home. She soon found work as a smuggler, stealing small things and gradually doing bigger jobs. As she grew however, she became a very bitter and mean person.

She went through multiple employers, though only 2 really stand out to her in her memory. Donya Hollister was the first person to ever think of paying her for her work, but this didn't mean she was a kind woman. And Ermine Mink was the first person to ever try and teach her something new and worthwhile. She has a begrudging appreciation for these two employers in particular, especially Ermine because his tough and bastardous attitude gave her pointers on how to be cruel to other people in order to get what you want.

When she left Ermine, she wanted to work for herself for the first time in her life, but she didn't want to have to be a one time employer like Donya or Ermine who only took in small street rats like herself for little pay. She wanted to become a big time employer, and so she began to hunt for people who may need a little cash fast. Raphelia would hire someone to steal something for her, and she in turn would sell it to the people she knew would want it. Working for Donya gave her insight into the desires of some of Corellia's more wealthy residents, and so it was through this that she steadily grew in the ranks.

She began to smuggle things like weapons and other paltry spare parts for people looking for blasters and missiles to use, and she soon got her hands on jewelry. Raphelia got her items from specific places, sometimes they were shops, sometimes they were people's homes. It depends on what it is that the client wanted at that time.

When she became an employer, she actually had a pretty simple system despite her circumstances with the bounty. She would first find a client somewhere who wanted something, and then find someone willing to steal this thing for her. She'd pay them money to come along with her on the Quartermaster if this thing was far away, and then when the job was finished they'd get their cut and the two of them would part ways. This has worked for her numerous times, and has made her a lot of money, as well as a bit of a reputation among new recruits looking for a job.

However, things hit a roadblock when she came across someone who was asking for money and not a job. Marister Jayd was a loan sharks worst nightmare, only because he was an incredible nuisance to Raphelia. The first time he came to her, he asked for 100 credits, pocket change to her. She gave it to him under the impression he would give it back to her, but days turned into weeks, which turned into months. Raphelia sent someone to go and track him down, and found that he had been hiding away from her in a shabby little apartment in the slums.

Marister was dragged back to her, and he was begging for her not to kill him. Raphelia was, understandably, angry with him but wanted to get her money back from him somehow. She decided he'd become her errand boy, and do various tasks for her whenever she wanted, and this was good enough for him. Since then, Raphelia has been coasting by easily with her life as an employer.

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hi! To those wondering where the hell In Stereo is after I said the hiatus was over, guess what, I lied its not over and it'll keep going on for quite awhile maybe all the way throughout this summer, But worry not, it's not cancelled, nothing is being thrown out the window, I'm simply just taking a very long break from it in order to complete school work.

This, however, does not mean there won't be any content from my side at all. I'm working on a few CS for a small side story thats completely disconnected from In Stereo and the Paradox Universe as a whole, and I hope people will really dig it. when I have time for In Stereo again, it'll pick up right where it last left off (With a quick summary for those who will have probably forgotten the story so far), and the small side story will be continued somewhere else as a whole book that people can read in their free time on Wattpad.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Eris sat there at the table, their hands clutched tightly together as they digested the story that Charlton took great care to tell.“So…” They began after a short pause. “You knew my granddad when he was younger?”

Charlton nodded, chuckling bitterly. “I knew him very well. We made slow friends at first, but I soon grew used to his pompous nature with time.” He sighed, settling back into his seat. Eris thought that maybe telling the story was taking a lot out of him, but he soon straightened his back out. “I remember the day that Eric first showed up at the record store. He and Thaddeus were the very best of friends.”

“And then my gramps died, right?” Eris asked. Charlton shook his head, sadly.

“No. It was something much darker than death that ruined their friendship, I’m afraid.”

………………………………………

Charlton was tending to some of Thaddeus’ clothing in his small room that he shared with his brother. He had been tasked with cleaning all of his clothing for a week, and all Charlton could do was seethe silently at himself for opening his big mouth at the wrong moment. Though that was the least of his problem, noting the newest addition to the record shop, there was still the issue of Eric and Thaddeus. They were both grating on Charlton’s nerve, and belittled him to no expense, though nowadays it seemed to come from a place of familiarity.

Water sloshed onto the floor as he scrubbed extra hard on the satin fabric of Thaddeus’ shirt. He had lied when he claimed to know more than him about clothing material, but Thaddeus would be the one to pay for it in the end. This shirt was going to be more than just ruined when it was returned to him. The door downstairs opened with no warning, though Charlton could already tell by the heavy tread who it was.

“What do you want, Eric?” He had asked him without looking up from his handiwork. “I’m busy with something here, if you couldn’t tell. Also, knock next time, why don’t you?” Eric ignored him, and walked into the room, seamlessly hopping over the larger puddle of water on the floor.

“I’ve got another proposition for you.” Eric announced, taking a seat on Charlton’s bed.

Shaking his head, he spoke. “I already told you, I’m not interested. Besides, it’s just a gathering full of stuffy rich folk like yourself, what do I have to do with any of that?” He said. For the past few days, Eric had been inquiring to him about a “small get together” with “family associates” and practically badgering him to attend. Charlton was more than against the idea.

“I’ll pay you if you come with me.” Eric told him, crossing his arms.

Charlton snorted. “What am I, some kind of escort service now? I’m already cleaning Thad’s shirts-”

“And doing it quite poorly if I have anything to say about.”

“-and now you want me to follow you around some lame family reunion cause you’d be bored?” He took the shirt out of the water, and wrung it out like a towel. “Why not just skip the whole event entirely and do something else for once.”

Eric was quiet for a moment, as if contemplating that very sentiment. “Like...what? What else could I possibly do in this dead end town tomorrow when that reunion hits?” He scoffed. “Go see a movie? Walk around a park? I’d rather not have people gawking at me, the whole time, Charlton.”

He sighed, stood up, and flung the shirt somewhere into a corner before turning to Eric. “Then just...I don’t know. Hang out with me tomorrow?” He suggested. “I’m going to one of those jazz concerts that’s been touring around the country for awhile. It ain’t a movie, but it also ain’t a reunion. You should come along.”

Eric tilted his head to the side, in mock consideration. “I could...I suppose I could follow you along to whatever commoner’s soiree you’re attending.Besides it sounds a lot better than listening to nothing but ‘Classics’ for the whole evening.”

“Wait, do rich folk really just sit around all day listening to Beethoven and the like ‘cause they’re too good for other types of music?” Charlton laughed. “That’s one of your funnier jokes, Eric.”

Eric stood. “No, we don’t spend all our time doing that, and- you know what. Never mind. I don’t have to explain anything to you. Just know, my parents are very stuck in their ways, and their tastes, and I want no parts of it.” he crossed his arms, hearing no more of Charltons teasing.

“Alright then, it’s settled. You’ll come with me to the Jazz concert instead of the stuffy rich people meeting.” Charlton stood up, stretching his arms in the air. “There’s gonna be a few friends of mine tagging along, however. You might even know a few of them.”

Eric thought there was no way he would know anyone associated with Charlton, of all people. But he would soon come to learn he knew Charltons friends a lot better than Charlton did.
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Welp Its been quite a while since I've posted anything but I finally have some time now to just write seeing how all my classes are all but finished.

tonight's atmosphere

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Go watch Dororo, seriously season 2 just dropped guys its a good ass show.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Okay I finally made time to make a post thank goodness!

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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[Denied] Torzas Mallom- Runaway Nerf Herder

Smuggler

OoC

As a player, what is your preferred writing level?

Long stories with heavy collaboration

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?

Yes it is.

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?

I enjoy writing mystery and adventure

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?

Anything NSFW, nothing pertaining to any kinds of sexual abuse.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?

I have no problems with anything happening to my character, as long as it's not nsfw. I also don't want people to control this character however they feel like, please ask me if you want my character to do a thing.

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?

Yes I do, I want to explore the very different aspects of sociopathy with my character! Even though that sounds really strange, it's what I wanna do, and I plan to have this be a long term self exploration kind of story.

Couriers Holonet Ad

Name:Torzas Mallom

Species: Human

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Specialisation: He isn't anything special, just a simple Nerf Herder

Current area of operation: Nerf Herder

Known Skills: He is very skilled at talking to animals, and calming them down whent they get angry or excited. The same could be said for humans. He is a people person, surprisingly.

Trained Techniques: Has developed his own little system of lying and honesty so he knows who to lie to and when he should.

Known associates: Issiro Mallom, his cousin.

Favored Equipment and clothes: He is very fond of a long sheperds cane he uses to reign in his nerfs, and the small red amulet he made for Issiro and him when they were children.

Personality type: Torzas is usually not the type to anger other people, if anything he likes to please as many people as he can as possible, and does everything he can so that people don't dislike him. However, he doesn't truly care for other human beings in the sense that he values their input, he just thinks them hating him would be a bigger inconvience than them adoring him. He can't bring himself to feel compassion or even actual hatred toward other people, and only ever sees the things he says and does as a means of advancing his own life. Note, while he is very unempathetic, this means he also can't hate people as stated before. If someone is rude to him, he thinks its bad, but not because it actually hurts his feelings, but because he knows there is probably a reason for why that person dislikes him. He's much more likely to hate himself, than to hate other people.

Known flaws: He isn't aware of his own sociopathy, and only cares about one person truly in his entire life, Issiro. He doesn't care if other people live, or die or if his actions somehow hurt or endanger someone else as long as that someone isn't Issiro. He just needs to be more self aware about his own mental condition, yet he builds walls to protect that ignorant mindset rather than learn something about himself. He has developed whole systems of Lies and Truths, in order for him to better effectively lie to people he has just met, or who he has to be around for long periods of time. The only person he doesn't lie to is Issiro, mainly because he feels he doesn't have to, because he and Issiro are working together in a sense.

Couriers Holonet Metadata Summary

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Torzas Mallom is a young man with long, dark hair tied in a bun, and slightly tanned skin . He has green eyes, and wears a light green jacket.

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

He has the uncanny ability to lie and tell the truth in just the right time, and this is something he's had to practice and get good at. He's also very good at talking to animals and calming them down, which can come in handy when he needs an animal to help him.

_{Report on known combat experience, training and weapons training.}

He was never trained in anyway combat wise, he just whacks people with his sheperds cane when he feels threatened, which isn't the most effective way of fighting.

_{Does the Courier have, or have they ever had, a bounty on them? Are they wanted?}

They aren't wanted by law, more so they're being hunted by Issiro's vindictive sith master who has had it out for them ever since Issiro's father managed to make it into the academy.

_{Detailed notes on common/favored employers and any noteworthy contacts.}

Issiro Mallom, his cousin. And also Gyles Steine, the closest thing Torzas can call a friend besides Issiro.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies.}

Yaris, Issiro's Sith master.

_{List and description of other known associates.}

Gyles Steine is a friend of Torzas though they haven't exactly been the most talkative of buddies. Gyles lived in a small little village near where Torzas and Issiro's farm was, and often helped them get things they couldn't otherwise buy for themselves. Neither of them ever asked where Gyles got the these things for them, they just agreed that the sentiment was nice and to accept the gift. Gyles is always looking out for the both of them, but he shares a closer bond with Torzas than Issiro, seemingly because Torzas is the one who talks to him when they need something. Gyles has grown somewhat attached, but Torzas doesn't really know this and just considers him to be a friend.

_{List of known belongings, including but not limited to planetary surface property, civilian and military vessels, vehicles, weapons, tools.}

A Sheperds Cane made out of hard wood.

_{Psychological evaluation of Courier.}

He is a sociopath and honestly doesn't care for other people, excepting his cousin. He lies constantly to people, almost to a compulsory degree.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

He lies too much, and can't keep track of every lie he tells. He only cares about one person, who is Issiro and is potentially leading someone else on because he also doesn't have any type of romantic feelings for anyone.

_{All known interests of the Courier.}

He likes to wood carve small little statues of things he sees around, sometimes they're little nerf carvings and sometimes they're carvings of birds he watches.

_{Major achievements on record.}

He is credited with successfully hiding a dead body, and running away from a murderous sith lord.

Biogroaphy

Torzas Mallom was born to two loving parents on a small, almost deserted planet with nothing but Nerfs called Plooma. When he was very little, his parents were both called forth by the Empire to serve in the military in some way, and both ended up dead. He was then raised by his Uncle, and that's when he met Issiro. He and Issiro share a very close bond, and they're practically brothers seeing how they were raised together. Torzas is always looking out for Issiro, and was the only person that Torzas actually cared for in the world.

Torzas hated his Uncle even before his Uncle discovered his force powers, and decided to try and join with the Empire. At the very young age of 4, he had begun having unpleasant thoughts about all the horrible things he could do to his Uncle as a means of punishment. Of course, these thoughts never went past being somewhat disturbing, and Torzas never acted on them, or told anyone about them. Not even Issiro. His uncle owned a Nerf Farm, and that was what they were raised to do, Herd Nerfs. While the life he led wasn't exciting, Torzas found he enjoyed having a boring, uneventful life. For him, all he needed was Issiro, and a plain lifestyle. If he had all of those things, he could be content forever.

When they were 10, Issiro got taken for Force training, and it was by then that Torzas knew that Issiro was Force Sensitive and that this strange ability to hear the Nerfs thoughts came from the Force. However, Torzas didn't want Issiro to be taken away from their farm to lead a sith life, he knew that if Issiro did decide to leave for the Academy, or even some place else he wouldn't be able to follow him. Torzas was not Force Sensitive in any way, and he could feel the withering disdain and pompous attitude of the sith lord who came to administer the testing.

Yaris Rhevir was a man of many words, often going on long tirades on just about anything. Torzas didn't like him, and he could tell that Yaris hated him as well. There are few people that Torzas can say he actually likes, and one of those people would happen to be a long time friend Gyles Steine. He met Gyles Steine when he was about the age of 11, and their Uncle had been long gone to the Sith Academy instead of Issiro. He and Gyles used to talk all the time when they were little, but as time went on he stopped talking to Gyles so much and started to look after Issiro.

It wasn't until Torzas had turned 16 that Gyles began to give them "gifts", things that they wouldn't be able to get on Plooma. Torzas always thought about asking why Gyles even gave them these things, ranging from old droid parts to clothing, but he couldn't muster the strength to. Something about their relationship being so strained on Torzas' part made him stop everytime he wanted to speak to Gyles, and it never let up. Gyles kept obliging though, and he never once expressed regret or disdain toward Torzas, for which he was grateful for.

When Torzas was 19, and Issiro had run off to join the Sith Academy, Torzas was all alone and had no one to talk to. He found himself talking to Gyles again after all those years of just "Hello" and "How have you been", and honestly if it weren't for Gyles being there for him when he was being there for Issiro all those years, than he probably would've snapped being all by himself on the farm. It was at this point that Torzas considered Gyles to be a friend, and not begrudingly too. It took years, but Gyles had finally found a place in Torzas' life other than just an aquiantance, or neighbor.

When Issiro came back with an Overseer of all people, Torzas could sense his anxiety and unease tangibly, like a pressure on his skin. He wanted to tell Issiro that it was fine, but then Haler kept taunting Issiro and making him feel terrible for being a Nerf Herder of all things, and that's when the unthinkable happened. The stampede was headed by Egg, their pet Nerf, who gladly ran Haler over killing him. Issiro was distraught though he wasn't expressing that vocally, and Torzas was too busy thinking of what to do next. It was his idea to bury Haler away from their house, and then try to run away to somewhere, because obviously someone would come looking for Haler sooner or later, and seeing how that someone was definitely Yaris Rhevir it made sense to run.

Torzas suggested the idea, all the while wondering how he was supposed to ask Gyles for something as massive as a get away ship? The idea of telling him that he assisted in covering up murder made him sick a little, because if there was one person he didn't want to disappoint, it would be him.

And that's where the adventure left off...

[Denied] Issiro Mallom- Runaway Sith Apprentice

Sith

OoC

As a player, what is your preferred writing level?

Long stories with heavy collaboration

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Yes

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
I really like writing mystery and adventure, like when the characters have to solve puzzles indiana jones style, its fun!

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
I don't wanna write anything NSFW, or anything pertaining to heavy dark subject matter like rape or any kind of sexual abuse. I would like to keep it a little bit light hearted.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Nothing NSFW, other than that I am fine with it!

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
Yes I do! I want this character to become a full on sith by the end of this, but I want him to be a bit different than all of the other siths. It'll be more of a journey of self discovery than trying to take over planets and stuff.

Imperial personnel files

Name: Issiro Mallom

Species: Human

Pureblood percentage: 3%

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Rank: Apprentice

Master: Yaris Rhevir

Former master(s):none, just Yaris

Sphere of influence: none

Known Skills: Beast Trick, He can read the minds of Nerfs, and nerfs only. He can even talk to some of the Nerfs, though it takes a lot of effort and concentration.

Trained Force Techniques: Telepathy, Force push, Force Listening

Known associates:Torzas Mallom, Yaris Rhevir

Favored Equipment and clothes: His cloak he wears, a little wooden carved amulet Torzas made him when he was little.

Personality type: Issiro is overly cautious, he is anything but a risk taker, but he's also prone to befriending or getting too close to other people too fast. He grows attached rather easily to the people around him, and this is a glaring quality in his personality that makes him not the best sith. Because he is always anxious about things, being betrayed by someone makes it less likely he'll trust that particular person ever again, and despite his welcoming nature, he is far from naive. He is unusually aware of other people, and the things they say and do. He has the tendency to remember some of the most inane things told to him in conversation about other people. If you tell him a silly story about that one time you lost your sock, and just couldn't find it, odds are he'll remember every word of it down to a T. Issiro also watches people, and his surroundings, very closely. Not for any trained or militaristic reason, but just because he feels it's important to remember every little detail about the people around him, and the places he goes to. Issiro knows that there are people out there, particularly in his sith class, who think he isn't cut out to be a sith. These thoughts are all the more reason for him to be extra aware of the people he talks to, because if there's one thing he doesn't want, it's to be killed for being a complete waste of potential.

Known flaws: He's too willing to trust others, be nice to him once, and he's already got you marked down at that moment as an okay person. This is bad, because assuming someone is nice or at least that you can tolerate them leads to them thinking other things about you. If you assume every person who doesn't immediately insult you is good, it can only lead to you meeting even worse apples than those who do insult you to your face. He's also too cautious, and isn't willing to ever do anything that's got risks to it. Because of this, Issiro will spend an unhealthy amount of time trying to change his situation to not have any risks to the point where he loses sight of the original goal. He takes criticism well, though some might say too well, seeing how he doesn't seem to have any fight in him. Issiro doesn't stand up for himself verbally, or with his fists and skills. The way he see's it, somebody talking bad about the way he looks or the way he walks isn't as bad as someone saying he's a bad sith or that he's a waste of potential, and thus he won't do anything about taunts or teasing regarding his appearance because he doesn't think they're worth talking back too. Issiro has enough confidence in himself to not let petty things like the way he looks get to him, he is always more concerned with the things he says and his actions than how he looks to others. In fact, you could even say, the way he acts and the way he looks to others are the same in his book. He is too focused on wanting people to like him as a sith, and not as Issiro Mallom, which is the real issue. He believes that as long as he does his duty, and performs all of his force training correctly, he has every right to be a sith and serve the empire, other opinions be damned.

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Issiro Mallom is a young boy of 17 with long, braided dark hair that falls in a single frayed line down his back. He wears dark clothing, and is impartial to the tradional sith red. He has green eyes, slightly tanned skin, and freckles. He has a small, red wood carving amulet that Torzas made for him when he was little.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill level.}

Issiro has always been force sensitive, but not to an extreme degree. He has slight telepathic abilities that seem to only be attuned to animals, and unfortunately only the drollest of all beasts, common Nerfs. With a little training he could properly nudge those abilities of his to humans, but until then he remains to be almost completely normal. He hasn't yet mastered any of the highly advanced skills, but he does have three down pat. His telepathy with other people is weak, but pushing people is easy for him, though it took him a long time. He's also gotten extremely good at listening to others with the force, no one can keep secrets around him in class that's for sure.

_{Report on skills not directly rooted in the Force, including level of skill}

His Beast Trick still needs time to grow, but he's managed to tell some of the neighoring nerfs where to walk, and what to do. If he talks to some of them fast enough, he could incite a stampede, that is if he can keep up the link between him and those beasts long enough. Concentration seems to be the key to him being able to communicate with the Nerfs, and it's also something Issiro is very poor at. He isn't good with thinking about one thing for a long period of time, it's not in his nature.

_{Report on known combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

He has developed a very good, though oddly defensive style with his lightsabres. Though he is trained in the standard Djem So, he has paired it with Soresu. His lightsabres have hooked hilts, and he uses them to either get around, or whack people in the head. He's always on the defensive, thinking his opponent will attack first, almost giving his opponent that very chance everytime. He knows it's unlikely he can run from it. He wants to get away, but he knows that there are only two options for him. Run away and block as many hits as he can, or attack vigourously to the point where he can then safely escape.

He doesn't use just one lightsabre, but two short shoto lightsabres, each with a hooked hilt. He is very good at using them, and though these sabres often require another form of defense, Issiro has accounted for that with the two hooked hilts.

_{Detailed notes on political influence and associates.}

He isn't directly connected to anyone with any political sway, and his only real connections are his cousin Torzas who isn't at the academy with him, and his master Yaris Rhevir. Sure, he has his fellow students, but he hasn't found a particulary nice friend among any of them. They're all very cold to him, and his master is the type of person to publicly denounce alliances of the platonic or romantic type.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies, outside and within the Empire.}

There is only one person whom Issiro could truly count as a rival, and that would have to be Yaris Rhevir himself. Yaris doesn't like Issiro, partly because he knows deep down that Issiro isn't cut out to be a sith, and also because he grew up as a nerf herder. Yaris looks down on people in different economic situations than him, and force sensitive or not, if you don't have the money then you aren't worth his time. Yaris has spent most of Issiro's training at the academy plotting against him, trying to find some excuse other than pure malicious intent to hurt him. Issiro and Yaris don't go back and forth in class, but instead Yaris makes Issiro do absurd, even dangerous things, and Issiro takes it without complaint. Issiro isn't the type to complain about tough training, mainly because he thinks doing so would make him seem weak in front of his fellow students, and he already knows some of them would just love to have the oppurtunity to look down on him further. Issiro won't allow this, and thus puts up with all of Yaris' treatment simply because giving in is just reason enough for Yaris to kill him once and for all.

_{List and description of other known associates, including underlings.}

Issiro is very close with his cousin, Torzas who was left back on their planet Plooma because he was not force senstive. Torzas is compeletely ignorant of Issiro's sith training, and that's because Issiro has lied to him about where he was going to go for the past few months. Issiro lied because he knew that Torzas would object to joining the Empire in anyway, and also because of the horrible relationship he has with his uncle. Torzas hated Issiro's father, the man who practically raised both of them, because he left them to fend for themselves in the middle of nowhere with nothing but nerfs, all so he could chase the dream of becoming a sith lord. Issiro's father was a force sensitive, and by extension this passed down to Issiro himself. Torzas is not force sensitive, and hates the Empire with all of his being for stealing away the only adult they knew who could change their situation.

Torzas made them both red wood carving amulets to wear around their necks when they were very little, and they both wear them in some fashion. Issiro has turned his into a red chain of beads holding his cloak up, another gift given to him by Torzas before he up and left for "Flight School", the lie he told Torzas about the Sith Academy.

_{List of known all ownerships, including vessels, non-standard equipment, slaves and locations.}

none

_{Psychological evaluation of candidate.}

Issiro suffers from acute anxiety and sometimes mild paranoia.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

He is overly cautious of everything, and is too wiling to trust others who are nice to him.

_{All known interests of the candidate.}

Issiro is an avid reader of adventure stories, and likes fiction.

_{Major achievements on record.}

He is credited with setting a herd of stampeding Nerfs on someone using his telepathic ability.

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

He has failed to properly control his telepathic ability, and it's making Yaris mad.

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in imperial archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

Issiro was born on a small, remote planet named Plooma, on which he learned to Herd Nerfs from a very young age. At the age of 5, he discovered that he could communicate with one of their nerfs, Egg a particularly dumb Nerf even by Issiro's standards. His force sensitivity came early, but it wasn't something big or noticeable. Issiro kept mostly to himself, and no one ever bothered his family out on their Nerf farm on Plooma.

He was very close with his cousin Torzas, who wasn't force sensitive, but who did know that Issiro had a connection with the animals. Torzas, being a naive child at the time, believed that Issiro's ability was normal. As time went on, he soon learned that wasn't the case. When they both got older, at the age of 10 Issiro was taken in for testing. The one administering this force test was none other than his future master, Yaris Rhevis. Yaris didn't like Issiro or his family, simply for the fact that he thought they were so beneath the Empire that helping it in anyway would almost be an insult. Even though he found Issiro to be force sensitive, he refused to let him into the academy at all. Issiro's father jumped at the oppurtunity, and begged him to take him on as an apprentice.

Issiro's father was a late blooming force sensitive, only discovering his abilities in his early 20s. Yaris agreed, begrudignly, and that was the last Issiro and Torzas ever saw of him. Years later, Issiro grew restless with his power, and though Torzas was aware of his force powers, he didn't understand why Issiro was so concerned over it. He went on many tirades against the Empire, often as loud as he wanted because their planet might as well have been a deserted wasteland for all of the people on it. Torzas thought it was dangerous to try and go with the Empire, because they never heard back from Issiro's father, and he wasn't listed as any Darth or Sith Lord working for the Empire currently.

Issiro didn't let that get him down though. He wanted to find out more about this Beast Trick ability he had, even if it was only just for Nerfs. Some could say he was simply tired of the boring life he lived with his cousin as Nerf Herders, and that was why he decided to join the Empire at the age of 17. He explained to Torzas that he would be going to a flight school somewhere off planet in order to learn how to ferry cargo across the galaxy. "Maybe this way, we could earn just a bit more money than what the Nerfs rake in." he suggested. Torzas cautiously agreed, though he was nervous about letting his cousin go so far away from home.

Issiro felt bad about lying to Torzas like he did, but he felt it was the right thing for him to do. Months passed, and Issiro learned a lot, though he found it increasingly difficult to hide his true nature from the insidious people around him. Yaris was his master, and he wasn't pleased to teach Issiro at all. He made Issiro's life at the academy a living hell, giving him impossible tasks and mocking him in class. It came time for force testing, and Issiro got assigned his own home planet, more so as a joke than as a gift from Yaris. There, he was also accompanied by an Overseer named Haler Kone, a rather uptight and serious student of Yaris. Haler was somewhat of a teacher's pet, and there were even rumours that he was getting secret lessons from Yaris.

All was fine and dandy, until Haler began to berate Issiro rather loudly in front of his cousin, whom he had tried to explain his situation to. The mounting stress of coming clean to Torzas, and Haler's taunts and jeers were enough to send his anxiety shooting through the roof. His telepathy went out of control for a moment, and before he knew it, the Nerfs had run over Haler. It was the first time he had ever seriously hurt someone using his power, and it scared him. They both stared at his body for a good long while, until Torzas finally spoke.

"I'll get the shovel from the house." He had said. They both buried him far from their home, and tried to think of what to do. Issiro knew he couldn't go back to the academy, something of this nature was just the excuse Yaris needed in order to kill him. If he found out that Haler died at the hands of someone as low in society as him, he wouldn't hesitate to cut him down with his lightsabre.

It was then that Torzas suggested they try to run away somewhere else. Probably to a bustling city for trade. Torzas hadn't mentioned anything about his lies, or the dead sith boy, just that they had to find some place else to go.

And thus that's where their adventure left off.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Phoenix walked far away from Eris and Charlton and decided to follow Dexhi’s advice, which was to follow Daraeya. “Detective Roland Moore” was on the job, and oftentimes Phoenix forgot Daraeya was even an actual Goddess of Air. Like now, for instance, she was walking to some police station in the hopes of securing an office there for a few days while they investigated Eric. Phoenix shuddered, thinking how that man had just grabbed him unawares like that, and with complete venom in his eyes. Phoenix couldn’t imagine what it would take to hate someone like that, or how much someone was willing to go in order to get revenge or whatever sick thing Eric craved.

“Truly this Eric Garland is a monster which the likes you have never seen before, Fexi.” Dexhi cooed in his head. Phoenix gulped, tired of this assignment already. He had found his partner, yet they weren’t willing to leave for Paradox just yet. Something told him he might just have to stick around until this murder was solved just to say he had accomplished it. A paradox indeed, He thought. He had finished the assignment, yet not really for things were still not done. Eris was his partner, but then they weren’t actually his partner. They hadn’t even spoken to each other excepting that one short moment in the airport. Phoenix’s head was low as he followed Daraeya through the Seattle precinct doors. He heard a soft scoff up ahead.

“Quit your snivelling, Phoenix.” Daraeya said. “Even small relationships like this one take time. You need a bit more patience.” She said.

Phoenix just nodded in turn. “She is right. A lot has happened in the short time you’ve known Eris Goodoire. They need time, Fexi.” Dexhi told him.

“Yes. I understand now, I was just a bit…um...I forgot the word for it.” He searched his mind.

“Anxious?” Dexhi offered kindly.

“Yeah, I’m anxious. What if we can never be good partners because of something like….this happening? I don’t think I can be a very good Partner if I don’t know how to console a person I barely know.” He said to Daraeya. They stood in a corner, and Daraeya glanced around the somewhat empty waiting room. A secretary in the standard blue uniform eyed them curiously.

“We will talk about this later. Right now, we focus on finding Bobi Adolow, and the police here will question Eric on their terms, not his.” She said. She patted him on the shoulder, and turned to address the woman at the front desk. Daraeya introduced herself as Roland Moore, and told her that he was looking for an office for about a week. She nodded, and told them both that there was a vacant space waiting to be used.

Phoenix helped Daraeya set everything up, moving in spare desks and a chair. Eric was somewhere in the building, that much Phoenix knew due to Dexhi snooping around in the minds of random passersby looking for any mutinous thoughts about a Mr. Charlton Gaslowe. He was sitting in a room by himself, handcuffed to a chair and with an officer writing on a clipboard eyeing him skeptically.

Finally done with setting everything up, Daraeya sat down and sighed heavily. “Well now,” She stated. “We have to think about what to do once we find Bobi Adolow. What we’re going to ask her more specifically. I tasked Mindy with trying to track her as well before she went off to Georgia, hopefully she’ll get back to me soon.”

“I think we need to ask about this accident of hers.” Phoenix suggested, though he thought it was crass to just outright mention her disability with no tact.

“She may not be what we expect when we go to meet her.” Dexhi said, and Phoenix had to silently agree with him. “The girl has been through some kind of accident before hand.”

“If anything, she may be a villain for all we know. A past like that, it’s enough to make anyone turn to darker prospects.” Daraeya added.

Phoenix shook his head.“I don’t think she’s evil, or a villain at all.” He said. “And we won’t know anything about her until we find her-” Then the phone rang, and the two of them turned to look at it, confused.

Daraeya answered it, a confused tone to her voice. “This is the office of Detective Roland Moore with the Seattle Police Department, what can I do for you?” Her hand shook slightly, as she looked at the receiver with wide eyes. “Miss Adolow! Uh….We need to have a few words with you…”

Phoenix wanted to say something, but Daraeya shushed him. “What…? Yes, there’s someone with me...Yes, he does work for- Oh my god. You’re a Paradox Agent?!” An angry, and somewhat agitated and accented voice came from the speaker. Daraeya handed the phone over to him.

“Um...hello?” Phoenix answered. A woman’s voice, someone much older than him in years, sighed heavily in his ear.

“Finally, another Agent to talk to.” She said. Her accent was strange, and one he hadn’t heard before, but later Dexhi would explain that she was Australian, a place he had never been to. “I figured since both of our assignments line up with each other, we should work together. I heard you’ve been looking for me?”

Phoenix nodded, “Yes! We have, all over actually. We need you for the murder of a man named Darius Winters.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. I’m willing to help you, if you can help me. I’m looking for someone as well. Another Agent.”

Phoenix paused, and then racked his brain. Something about this seemed familiar. He remembered when he first went to Max Heighnsworth’s house, Leila had questioned him openly about a missing Agent named-

“You’re looking for Shou Hanamura.” He said.

“Yes. That’s him. You seen him around?” She asked.

“I’ve never even met him, but I can help you find him if that’s what it takes to question you a little.”

Bobi chuckled. “Of course. That’s perfect. When do you want me to come down for questioning?” She asked.

Phoenix looked over to Daraeya, confused. “Tell her to meet you whenever she can.” She said.

“Roland moore says you should meet us down here...now?” He told her.

“Okay. Please stand a bit to your right.” She answered.

Phoenix didn’t know what she meant, but did it anyway. He was shocked to see a flurry of green moths surround the spot he used to stand in, only to fly away and reveal a somewhat dizzy Bobi Adolow.

Phoenix looked down at her arms subconsciously, and sure enough one of her hands was entirely shiny, metal.

“Now then.” Bobi said. “Where do you wanna start?

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