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Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic: Jedi Templar (ACCEPTING)

I'm making a Knight, if that bonus is still available @Rethel34

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

@Jotunn Draugr
We be jammin' mon

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

I am beginning to work on this now

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

@KingfisherPut to the side. Still need to think if I am to make an Elf or Dwarf, or even a Night Elf who would have a GOOD reason for being there lol. Or Orc...see the problem?

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

@KingfisherNo rush, and if you're really wanting to wait then I'm game for that. But other than vicioussparrow, we have all the posts and I'm not sure someone is going to join again soon.

Conspiracy-Closed

Ro'kun is niave ;D

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Sketti had been eating heartily, enjoying the food for what it was. Food. Not as well cooked as it would have been in a Dwarfhold, but it was fine nonetheless. He bit down on more than his share of chicken, potatoes, and beans. His mug of Ale had been refilled 6 times (he was feeling a wee bit under the weather so he was cutting back), and would have been refilled a 7th if it wasn't for what happened next.

The manling Lord bursting into the room was one thing. Sketti hardly looked up when he did so, but the ever familiar sound of a black powder gunshot going off brought the engineer out of his reverie and brought his great, shaggy head up. When the smoke cleared, the Hobgrobi tottered, and fell over with a hole through his green chest. As all fell quiet, and the manling was just apologizing, Sketti did what came natural. He burst into laughter.

The Grobi got his just desserts, and Sketti had to do nothing at all! It was the crazy manling that did him in! He wasn't even mad that he hadn't done it himself, the execution (HAHA EXECUTION!) of the deed was too ironic and hilarious for him to take. He banged on the table with his metal stump and held onto the table with his opposite hand for dear life as he howled with laughter he couldn't hold. It was a long time before he regained his composure, and would forever remember this as one of the funniest things he had ever seen in his long life.

"Oh boy" he wheezed. "Ooooh by Valya, Grimnir, and Grungi, that was rich, I tell ye." He coughed and sputtered, and cleared his throat. His eyes were almost bloodshot from his laughter. "Aye, we're here tae help. And yer alright in my book, alright, ye right bastard. By the way, if ye ever want me tae look at yer pistols and fix 'em up for ye, just let me know. Free of charge after that little stunt."

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

After Ro'kun had finished training with that funny girl and the big guy, he decided to waltz around some more. Hands in his pockets and thick black hair flowing behind him, he turned the next corner and heard a loud TV exploding with noise from within one of the rooms. He could not pinpoint which one. He was near Tia's and Shiver's rooms...wasn't he? He was still lost, as usual. Kind of good, since he never minded walking around. Usually some weird shit happened when he did that.

Still, he wasn't sure what that loud noise was, or if it was from the TV. Also wait a second...for some reason, the past 3 times he's tried to find Tia and ask her what the hell was going on around here, something always got in the way. Shiver was in trouble, monsters attacked, Wicked went insane. Lotta odd shit. He contemplated this as he stood in the hallway, lips pursed and face considering. After a second, he shrugged. He banged on her door. "Hey Tia!"
@Wick

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Welcome to the site!

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Work in Progress

Name: Sol'id Fist
Race: Mandalorian (Human)
Age: 36
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Appearance:
Gear:

• Adverse Environment Gear
• Rebreather Mask
• Holodisk
• Utility Belt
• 10 Stimpaks
• Vibro Axe
• WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle

Backstory up until flying on the the Milano:Sol'id was born on the Twi'Lek homeworld Ryloth, being raised among the nomadic Fist clan who'd made their home in the equitorial jungle. The clan had just recently landed, fighting their way through harsh temperatures and wild beasts. They tried to make a foothold among the terrible conditions and built forts, beginning to train young Mandalorians through spartan conditions and intense sessions of survival, combat, and work outs. By age 13, Sol'id and his peers were sent into the wilderness into the Darklands, and were told to survive together and travel into the Brightlands through 200 miles of wilderness. Only Sol'id and 13 others lived out of the 87 of them. Sol'id had a shield made of a Gutkurr carapace.

Clan Fist were Neo crusaders, trying to rebuilt their population to spew forth from Ryloth and conquer worlds. But it seemed there weren't enough of them, and their project that lasted a mere generation was destroyed. It was then that they were attacked by those they deemed their allies. Their fellow Mandalorians. Sol'id was 19 when the 'True Mandalorians' showed up, taking advtantage of the Fist Clans isolationist tendancies and lack of Mandalorian Civil War knowledge to eradicate them efficiently. Sol'id killed 3 of his supposed 'Brother's and fled with a small group of the Fist clan upon a stolen freighter, making it offworld.

From that point on, they decided they would part ways and become Bounty Hunters. So'lid found himself under the employ of one Jabba the Hutt, doing dirty bounties no one else would touch and gaining a reputation as a dependable and ruthless hunter. He gained his rocket launcher after finding an abandoned colony that had been used by the CIS, where one of his leads had led him to. He had to kill a few B2 Battle droids, and was nerely decimated by their rockets. He decided to get one for himself. His most trying mission was escorting a crack pilot named Saayed who owed Jabba 40,000 credits to get the payment. Apparently Saayed had made a deal that helped him kill his sister and her trandoshan lover. They succeeded, and Sol'id was paid handsomly, granting him his ship. He was then given another job...
Propositions for shared backstory: (this needn’t be expansive but just so we know what kind of services/ goods you are providing/ shipping etc.)